School's over, and now we finally get to see what's in that schoolbag of his. Papers to be signed by parents for fieldtrips, permission slips, invitations to meetings, birthdays, exhibitions and performances, tests that were to be signed, homework that needed to be checked and on and on and on a n d o n . . . . . .Who cares, he made it into the next grade. It's all on the bedroom floor. I've instructed the housekeeper not to clean it. Let's see how long he can manage to live in this.
1 comment:
Erg grappig. Bij ons gaat dat via een schrift en je moet antwoorden anders zwaait er wat. Als je ze niet beantwoord komt het dan ook goed?
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