Sometimes school does make me laugh. On his return from school today I found a severely scrunched up piece of paper. It’s the invite to the annual parent/teacher consultation. I’ve got to decide which teachers I want to see. Tick the appropriate boxes then get ‘your son or daughter to arrange times with the teachers’.
I just looked at our son and said that’s not going to happen is it really. Son smiled and said
“Never in a million years”
Then we both burst into fits of laughter when we read the next bit of the letter.
We are happy for students to attend with their parents. School uniform is not required but we do ask that students do not chew gum or wear hats whilst inside the school building.
“Dad isn’t that Hatist …”
Yes son it’s very anti hat and it’s also very anti kiddie as well. So apparently it’s ok for an adult to chew gum and wear a hat but not a child.
“Dad does that mean that I’m ok going in nude or wearing a satanic cross as long as I’m not wearing a hat..”
So we probably won’t get any teacher appointments booked but we are still turning up so I can wear the biggest and silliest hat I can find at the charity shop.