If I’m my kids’ first teacher, then my kids are in trouble

Photo from The Suburban Crab archives

Photo from The Suburban Crab archives

The other day I came home from work to find the following detailed message written on our dry-erase message board:

“Lady called Mom.”

Thankfully, Ted, who had arrived home before me, had filled in some of the details the original message-taker had not provided. He’d written, “I think it’s the same woman who called yesterday about having her thesis edited.” The woman had previously left a voicemail but had not left her phone number, simply noting she would call back.

That evening, as I was hugging Billup good night, she remembered: “Oh yeah, Mom, did you get the message? Some lady from Germany called you. She wanted you to edit some paper or something.”

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