My
teaching assistant wife tends to go a bit above and beyond the call of duty,
hence today she brought home and washed seven bean bag frogs, which were then
hung out to dry like some mole-catcher’s near misses, to the disconcertment of
the eight-year-old next door; I reassured her mother that they weren’t real and
just assisted somehow in the teaching of ‘phonics’ - which in my day was called
reading and writing with the only learning aid being a twelve inch ruler that
the teacher used to beat out the spelling rhythm and crack down on the knuckles
of those who erred.
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