Okay, so my computer is feeling better today. At least for the time being, the virus has subsided. I have so many things that I can talk about, but really no time to do it. Got some PTO thing that I have to attend. A PTO VP's job is never done. *sigh*
Okay, so the bus driver wanted to talk to me this morning about Little Big Mouth. Not one of my kids, but since he's always catching the bus with my kids I guess he thought he was one of mine.
Well. Well, well, WELL!
He say: Did they tell you about Little Big Mouth on Friday?
Me: Yeah, they told me he and another child was cussing at each other.
This, mind you, was disturbing enough to me because as I said, my kids just stopped thinking STUPID was a bad word.
Mr. Bus Driver: No. Not that. He drew some bad things on paper and gave it to a girl on the bus. Nasty things. Obscene.
I gasp. Little big mouth is my son's best friend. I can't stand the influence.
Mr. Bus Driver: Yeah, (and he holds up a paper he has in his hand with some drawings on it that I couldn't make out. ) So don't be surprised if you get a call today.
Me: No, I'm not his mom.
He laughs. I thought he was.
Guess he thought all those little rug rats were mine since I'm one of the few moms black moms, actually) that stand outside with their children in the morning in our area.
Mr. Bus Driver: Well the pictures were VERY obscene and he'll probably be suspended.
Me: I'll let his mom know.
Wow, a 3rd grader drawing pictures that made the 60 something year old bus driver blush! What am I to do about the influence on my own young impressionable children?