His Name Is Mr. Super – But Don’t Ask Him About His Powers

My daughter and I have a routine each night before she goes to sleep.

I lay with her and she tells me the good things about her day.

And then the not so good things about her day.

Sometimes the not so great things outweigh the good, but we always find a way to put a positive spin by the end, because the negative stuff is bound to happen.

Last night my girl shared with me that she didn’t have a great day because they had a guest teacher.

She informed me that her guest teacher, Mr. Super* did not smile, “at all!”

I couldn’t imagine.

Teaching a bunch of elementary school students who giggle, wiggle, and shimmy all the live long day and you don’t find reason to smile at least once?

I think I would find it hard to be professional.

There would be a lot of poop, fart, and boob jokes if I was teaching.

That’s why I don’t teach.

So I asked her if she tried to make him laugh. He had a cool name; did she ask him if he was super? Did he have super powers? What super things could he do?

She shook her head, but stated that a classmate had asked him about his super powers.

His reply?

“That’s not nice.”

I says pardon?

That’s totally nice.

And a legit question from 7 year olds.

If your last name is Super I would want to know if you have super powers!

I actually still do at age 36.

Before a final tuck in I asked her if she had learned anything interesting and her response was that she didn’t learn a thing. She only remembered recess.

I had read a Facebook post recently that as parents we should tell kids that we will call their teacher and ask them what they are teaching our children if they can’t remember and the kids will magically remember for fear of the parents contacting the teacher.

I’m no dummy.

Facebook advice rarely works on my child.

But, for shits I gave it a go.

Her response?

“Sure, call.”

“You want me to call the guest teacher and ask him why he is not teaching correctly?”

“Yup.”

Annnnnd, we’re done here, baby girl called my bluff.

After some more stories and a few more giggles my girl fell asleep and my husband and I chatted about our day, eventually discussing our daughter’s guest teacher.

He mentioned that she had told him the teacher didn’t smile.

“Yes, she told me too!”

So, his response was, “did you try to make him laugh?”

“Yes! Mine too!”

We discussed her calling my bluff and her refusal to participate in the Terry Fox Run because that kid has hated to walk in circles since birth.

We discovered we had both given her the same responses.

Ahhh, consistency.

But, we also joked about the notes we would write had we followed through with her requests.

“Dearest Mr. Super….

Please excuse our daughter from the Terry Fox Run because she hates walking and gets too tired and bored when completing an activity… any activity.

Also.. do you have a super power?

If so, what?

Please describe in detail and attach pictures of your costume.

We would also like to know what makes you happy and if you have ever smiled?

Thank you,

The Adams Family”

…And we wonder why no one wants to hang out with us.

 

 

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent

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His Name Is Mr. Super – But Don’t Ask Him About His Powers

My daughter and I have a routine each night before she goes to sleep.

I lay with her and she tells me the good things about her day.

And then the not so good things about her day.

Sometimes the not so great things outweigh the good, but we always find a way to put a positive spin by the end, because the negative stuff is bound to happen.

Last night my girl shared with me that she didn’t have a great day because they had a guest teacher.

She informed me that her guest teacher, Mr. Super* did not smile, “at all!”

I couldn’t imagine.

Teaching a bunch of elementary school students who giggle, wiggle, and shimmy all the live long day and you don’t find reason to smile at least once?

I think I would find it hard to be professional.

There would be a lot of poop, fart, and boob jokes if I was teaching.

That’s why I don’t teach.

So I asked her if she tried to make him laugh. He had a cool name; did she ask him if he was super? Did he have super powers? What super things could he do?

She shook her head, but stated that a classmate had asked him about his super powers.

His reply?

“That’s not nice.”

I says pardon?

That’s totally nice.

And a legit question from 7 year olds.

If your last name is Super I would want to know if you have super powers!

I actually still do at age 36.

Before a final tuck in I asked her if she had learned anything interesting and her response was that she didn’t learn a thing. She only remembered recess.

I had read a Facebook post recently that as parents we should tell kids that we will call their teacher and ask them what they are teaching our children if they can’t remember and the kids will magically remember for fear of the parents contacting the teacher.

I’m no dummy.

Facebook advice rarely works on my child.

But, for shits I gave it a go.

Her response?

“Sure, call.”

“You want me to call the guest teacher and ask him why he is not teaching correctly?”

“Yup.”

Annnnnd, we’re done here, baby girl called my bluff.

After some more stories and a few more giggles my girl fell asleep and my husband and I chatted about our day, eventually discussing our daughter’s guest teacher.

He mentioned that she had told him the teacher didn’t smile.

“Yes, she told me too!”

So, his response was, “did you try to make him laugh?”

“Yes! Mine too!”

We discussed her calling my bluff and her refusal to participate in the Terry Fox Run because that kid has hated to walk in circles since birth.

We discovered we had both given her the same responses.

Ahhh, consistency.

But, we also joked about the notes we would write had we followed through with her requests.

“Dearest Mr. Super….

Please excuse our daughter from the Terry Fox Run because she hates walking and gets too tired and bored when completing an activity… any activity.

Also.. do you have a super power?

If so, what?

Please describe in detail and attach pictures of your costume.

We would also like to know what makes you happy and if you have ever smiled?

Thank you,

The Adams Family”

…And we wonder why no one wants to hang out with us.

 

 

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent

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