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School Stinks

My two oldest sons have announced to me that they don't care if they grow up stupid.

They hate school and don't ever want to do it again. They have stated before they don't like school and I would ask them if they want to grow up stupid. That was their response.

I asked them if they wanted to be those kids that finally get home at 4pm only to have homework to do. They said no which I knew they would. They aren't that stupid.

I realized that I will probably hear this same complaint for the next 50 years considering I have three younger sons who will probably be just like their older brothers.

In a motherly, irate voice, I replied to this foolish announcement of theirs with, "You ungrateful sons of mine! One day, you'll thank me for teaching you and making sure you don't grow up dumb as a rock!"

Previously published on September 17, 2007.

Update: School starts in four days. Yippee.

Comments

Andrea said…
I love it! I found a great quote recently on the National Review web site that seems applicable:
"So I urge you to keep your child out of kindergarten, because kindergarten will only lead to first grade..."
http://corner.nationalreview.com
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September 17, 2007 at 12:34 PM
striving... said…
Funny Andrea, and Dee, your boys are a riot.
September 17, 2007 at 6:18 PM
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