Creative Differences

November 7, 2007

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I have just written the most ridiculous and aggravating email to The Swimmy’s teacher. Wanna see? Thought ya did.

Mrs. Davidson,

I can’t believe I’m sending you this email about a turkey, but I am. :)

The Swimmy came home upset yesterday about her turkey that she was to color and turn in. You see, when she did her project, she made very specific choices about how she wanted it colored. When she finished it and showed it to me, I asked her why she didn’t color the body or head and she said, quite seriously, “My turkey is white. Turkeys have white feathers.” And since the assignment was to decorate as she wished, I left it alone.

So when she came home yesterday upset that, “Mrs. Davidson said my turkey can’t be white. She didn’t like it.” – I wasn’t quite sure what to tell her. I wasn’t sure if you thought that she didn’t finish her assignment – which, I can assure you, is not the case. You will notice her turkey is pink today – I’m guessing pink is the next best color for turkeys.

The Swimmy is something of a “pleaser” – and hearing from you that you didn’t like her turkey bothered her. If there was a misunderstanding about this, would you mind letting her know? And when the next assignment that comes around with instructions of “decorate as you wish”, I’m hopeful that she will still get to do just that. Sometimes the sky doesn’t always need to be blue.

Thanks for your understanding and assistance in this matter — and please feel free to call me with any questions.

Cheers,

Pammer

Seriously? In your life? It’s a TURKEY. She didn’t come home with a three pages essay with no theme or 2 pages of math homework that were done completely incorrectly. It was a TURKEY you asked her to color as she wished. Well, she wished her turkey to have white feathers. I know there will be days when The Swimmy will come home from school upset or disappointed, but she shouldn’t come home like that because of her teacher.

It should be because some stupid boy shoved her on the playground in a pre-pubescent game of “I like you but don’t want to tell you so I will taunt you instead.” And then her daddy will teach her to throw a punch and all the boys will fear her and never bother her again so she won’t date until she’s 30 AS IT SHOULD BE.

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One Response to “Creative Differences”

  1. Jonathan Says:

    Yay :)
    What is it that pushes the secret “I will end you” button in mothers?
    I still remember my Mum marching across the road to have a go at the lady opposite who claimed we had kicked her flowers down… sleeves rolled up and everything.