So, as we normally do, we're going through the best and worst part of everyone's day (and yeah, I already know it's rather "Beaver Cleaver"ish, so don't bother with the comments...)
Youngest Daughter: ...and the worst part of my day was losing a smiley in school...
Me: So, what did you lose the smiley for?
YD: Well...everyone in class was talking...and...and...and...they just made me want to do it...and the teacher took a smiley away from me.
Me: And only from you?
YD: Well, there were these two boys who were talking...
Me: I thought it was the class...
Oldest Daughter: Her boyfriend was talking and she HAD to talk back...
And right about here was the smack heard round the table...(if only in my head)
Seriously though, can you imagine the youngest daughter getting in trouble for talking? Geez, what will the teacher want to stop next? Wars?
The other funny thing is the Youngest Daughter actually worrying about losing a smiley once a week (or month) in class. When I was her age, my teachers had already assigned me a time for sitting in the corner for disrupting class. Same bat time, same bat place until further notice...
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