Spell this bee

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A few days ago, my son asked me if AIS was a swear word. Feeling I was in the moment of teaching and openness, I said, "No, son. A-S-S is a swear word." Guess what my son wrote in big caps with giant chalk and lots of glee? Drrrrr.

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Scott-n-Allison said…
It's always after the fact that we realize less would have been more.

:)
October 6, 2010 at 2:27 PM
Mary Morris said…
Hey.... Did you just read my blog? Your pic and story goes right with it!
October 6, 2010 at 8:51 PM
mindy said…
Gotta love those teaching moments:)
October 9, 2010 at 8:36 PM
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