hipsterdad

The Hipster Daughter's teacher phoned me at work today. That's never a good sign.

My kids are little supergeniuses. She, for instance, is in the second grade and reads on a fifth grade level. She's incredibly insightful and resourceful and clever. And yesterday, she slugged a friend on the playground over some perceived slight.

So the teacher sent a note home about her conduct and my girlchild conspired to lose it. Then this morning, rather than crossing her fingers and praying that her teacher would forget about it, she marched straight to the teacher's desk and told her a whopper about losing it through a big hole in her bookbag.

I guess I should be impressed that she'd take the time to change backpacks last night - she has three - in order to reinforce her fib, but somehow I'm not impressed with any of it.

Darn kid.

I think I'll just go ogle Asrai's new set and forget about it until tomorrow...