Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jul 23, 2014 12:22:37 GMT -5
So, at work, we are not allowed to tell people in the environment that we are the client's therapist (obviously, HI HIIPA!!) They suggest that we tell them that we are a friend of the family. This is stupid, because 1 - my job title is on my ID, and 2 - of course I'm not. I suppose it's just a polite way of telling the noseys to get bent.
Some little kindergartner came up to me at summer camp, where I was with my fourth-grade client, got two inches from my face, and mouth-breathed 'WHYYYY ARE YOU WITH JOHNNYYYYYY??' I said, 'I'm just with him.' She stared at me and said, 'ARE YOU HIS GRANDMA?'
ARE
YOU
HIS
GRANDMA
YOU
HIS
GRANDMA
I said, "Hi, do I LOOK LIKE A GRANDMA??"
She shrugged, realizing that I found that offensive but plainly not giving a shit, and said, "Some people become grandmas when they're younger."
There most likely are under-30 grandmas out there. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM, PUNK.
Happily, my other client, at another camp, asked me how old I was the day before. I said seventeen. He looked at me and said, "Really?" I said yes. He shrugged and bought it.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
lol. Fourth grade! Kid should know better than that.
Last month, a preschooler got in my face at Andys daycare and asked why my hair was so crazy. I believe curly was the word she was looking for, but whatever PIGTAILS
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jul 23, 2014 12:33:31 GMT -5
Two years ago, I convinced the entire 2nd grade class I was in that it was my 20th birthday (I originally said 19, but that is SILLY, Miss Stacy, YOU'D STILL BE IN COLLEGE) and they all made me surprise HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! cards for me at their houses.
Even with the teacher saying, "Guys...no..." they all believed me. I took them home and spread them out on the table while H called me names.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
LOL. I was once walking past a park in my parent's town. There was 2 little girls about 8 or 9 playing. The first one ask, "Hey, who is that walking by?" The other one looks up and goes, "I don't know, just some old lady."
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Lol Sophia told MIL that she is very old because she has white hair like my yiayia who died and she will die too. Yiayia was 90, MIL is 70. She was like "I am not quite ready to die yet, kid!"
At DSs daycare, the preschool kids had this big activity sheet where they had to guess the weights of things. The teacher obviously set herself up for failure and put herself on the list. About half the kids gave her a higher weight than like whales and dinosaurs. Then it had a note that said you weren't on her good side if you said she weighs more than a whale.
Yep, kindergartners suck when it comes to age related comments. My 5yo asked me if I was alive in "the olden days" I said, "I don't know, when were the olden days."
3 year old at my girls' old daycare asked me why my belly still "looked like that" if I'd already had my baby. I told him he'd never date either of my daughters, like ever. Kids are something else.