On occasion–rarely, really–my sense of humor gets me into trouble.
Well, okay, we’ll go with “occasionally.”
Truth be told, sometimes it seems as if I kind of like it that way. Every once in a while, though, I do what’s probably for the best and just keep things to myself.
Let’s call this post a compromise. I’m not getting myself into trouble if I’m able to talk, well, write, my way out of it.
Like so many people right now, my daughter is in the position of being a temporary homeschool teacher. She’s got two daughters, six and five, and they’re both at home, just as she and her husband are.
Unlike most people, however, she’s got a father herself–me–who is an elementary school teacher. Who, it so happens, has some time on his hands.
My oldest granddaughter is in kindergarten and the youngest in preschool. Given the circumstances, I said, “Sure, I’ll do what I can to help them move forward with their learning.”
Over the last few days, we’ve had a few hours together. It’s a quiet house, the kids are happy to be with me (my wife is still working out of the house), and we’re doing okay with our studies.
My sense of humor not getting me into trouble this time? Well, here’s the Facebook post I haven’t made:
I spent a quiet afternoon with my granddaughter today, just the two of us. In between coffee and cocoa breaks, we worked with some of the material that her teacher was able to send home. Honestly, this kindergarten teacher thing doesn’t really seem all that hard!
I think my kinder friends would get the joke, don’t you?