So it looks like my post today should be about how I know when I’m wrong.

Are you kidding?  I’m never wrong. Ha ha ha.

I teach 8th graders. At 12-14 years old, you’re perfect and know everything.  They tell me on a daily basis how wrong I am. I taught 9th grade until this year and I know what the 9th grade teachers expect of these babies next year.  I try so hard yo get through to them. And they tell me I’m wrong.

My 11 year old, the boy child, even goes so far as to tell other people how wrong I am. “Mom thinks she can help with my math but all she knows is English.” Really?  I’m not smarter than a 6th grader? If I don’t remember exactly how to do it, I always know who to call. But he thinks I’m always wrong.

My husband tells me daily I’m wrong. It’s not worth arguing. Because he’s never wrong either.

Thank goodness for Audrey, the 7 year old girl child, thinks I’m perfect.  She’s the only one who never tells me I’m wrong. She tells me all the time how great I am and that I know everything.

So how do I know when I’m wrong? It’s when everyone else tells me I’m wrong.  Not that I really am, of course. Just ask the girl child.

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