P-U-P-P-Y

There is a small child voice coming from the street below repeatedly yell/singing, "P-U-P-P-Y, P-U-P-P-Y, THAT SPELLS PUPPIES!"  ...I currently find myself torn between what My-Imaginary-Self should scream out to the tiny high-pitched creature who seems to be located directly below my bedroom window...

First off, no it doesn't.  That is your first issue right there, kid.  Secondly, old grumps are trying to sleep in this neighborhood and your post-dinner-sugar-induced-overtired-night-out-with-mom-and-dad-who-are-still-trying-to-have-a-life cheerleading is not appreciated at this ungodly hour, (9 PM! Come on, this is prime flop/collapse-from-exhaustion time for any self-respecting, overworked/underpaid educator)...And lastly, will whatever cosmic force that may or may not exist in the Universe please take pity on my fragile ears that are, (not to be too overdramatic),  pummeled by little child voices everyday, allow me the peace and quiet of my radiator hum and no-child-left-behind-in-this-house (take em' home with you!) Friday night sanctuary.

Phew.

*If this is offensive to any baby-makers out there, I truly apologize.  It is just that this week has been particularly grueling in the world of "Rrrr" vs. "uhhhh"  ....yes, the dreaded "Rrrr" vs. "uhhhh" for the one hundred thousandth time and STILL, just when you think you cannot possibly have any more tricks/tips/magical-potions up your sleeve to get that cursed R sound out of this kid....

"Uhhh"

...Like a horrible beast in the night.

                                                                           "WHY. CAN'T. YOU. JUST.SAY.IT"



*Morning edit (after a good night's sleep):  I actually do love my job/students....And taught 3 a "good r" this week...it was just very difficult!  Just sayin'

Confession

When my mom taught 2nd grade and brought the gingerbread houses her students' made home to store them...I would eat all the candies : (