It had to happen; I just thought I had a few more years.
This morning, with all the finesse of a blunt hatchet; I received these words:
Uh uh! Not true! My teacher says… and I was instantly demoted from my pedestal. I am no longer Omniscient Super Materfamilias.
Not only have I proven sadly lacking in matters of math, I find that my previously elevated status as purveyor of fine shoes has plumbed to depths that are now perceived as cringe-worthy. I expect that my (formerly) perfectly acceptable birthday party arrangements and leisure outings will soon be scorned as
so, like, raaaandom.
Yes, Original Bunn is becoming a tweeny and my groveling plea that we ‘need to have a talk’ has met with the apathetic
It truly was a better world when we were allowed to hit them.
In the meantime, I need to launch a smear-campaign against a certain know-it-all, smartass teacher; so I’m off to spend some time with a telephoto lens and Photoshop…
I’ll wager the clever thing can’t whip up 3 dozen good-luck-for-the-exams muffins before 6am in the morning, like Mom can!