Humor | Satire
I’m the Parent of the Class Troublemaker. How About a Play Date?
Do you see two besties in the making like I do?
Good evening! I hope this email finds you well.
I think we may have crossed paths during the first week of school. You were there to attend Open House, and I was there to pick my child up for his suspension. Something about punching another student into unconsciousness, I think? All of those visits really run together after a while.
Anywho, I would love to get our kiddos together some time! Want to coordinate calendars and see what works for next week?
Kids, amirite? You know how it is. The school office is always after me about my son’s behavior. Like, I’m sorry, did I yell expletives at the Spanish teacher? Did I start the fire in the school library? No, I did not. It’s their job to discipline him. I don’t know why they can’t leave me out of it. I’m not some superhero with the power to influence my child’s conduct.
Hah, if only.
But really, who are we to suppress what makes him unique? You know kids. They’re trying on different identities at this age, and the identity mine happens to be experimenting with for the past three years is “future supermax resident.”
