Munchkin's Got Some Wheels

Schools are a mess these days...or are they?

I hear stories on a daily basis from Dru (3rd Grade) and Chloe (2nd Grade) about so and so doing such and such...andallthesestoriesmakemom'sjawdrop.

Today Chloe tells a story about dudes on the playground that were offering $90 to drop a cuss word. My first thought: 90 bones? My second thought: Ah, children will lie to extremes for manipulative purpose. A second grader with 90 pieces of scratch...I ain't buyin' it. This however classifies as a tactic developed in the Renaissance Period, and I remember the strategy used on the playgrounds of West Plains, Missouri in the 80s...I had friends willing to drop the F bomb and score enough sodas to go around for the whole gang.

Then comes the story about how she put the smack down on some kid in a foot race, and he congratulated her by calling her a B**ch...I was a bit confused about my reaction to this story...Kristi told me the story...well, it was a Kristi and Chloe tag-team effort. Chloe seemed mildly entertained, but momma hen was less than happy. And me? I couldn't hide my grin. C'mon! Little girl drops the smack in a foot race against a dude? Pops couldn't boast any more pride. Getting called the "B" word is a small price to pay for such glory. Chlo seemed to shake that load off like Cee-Lo on Outkast's Aquemini, but she decided to drop a little salt in the wound of her defeated foe.

After telling teach, the principal apparently got wind of the situation, giving word back that she couldn't do anything about it, and the best thing to do would be to "tell your parents." There are a lot of reasons I'm sharing this...mostly to brag on my daughter...but mainly to accomplish something that I set out to do many moons ago: Disprove the theory of evolution. I've been tellin' you all that things don't change...regardless of the advances in iPodology!

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