Like A Lead Balloon.

Just kidding. It went exactly as I'd hoped.*


I stayed on Friday morning to see Alexander do his presentation. It was adorable. He proudly stood and addressed the class, and with Mrs Moore, they went through the scrap book and talked about what he and Scruffy had done together.

He's been reenacting it for us all day. :)


Anyway, after they were done, I went to leave, and handed her the letter, in an envelope. I said "This is the PG rated version". She looked confused, but opened it up. Took one look at it, saw the pic of him playing poker and cracked up laughing. She couldn't read it at the time, as class had started, but said she'd have a good read at Morning Tea.

Anyway, at lunch time, I had to call the school for something else. One of the receptionists answers. I get as far as "Hi, it's Melissa" before she cracks up and says "I've literally JUST read your letter".

"Err. What letter?", I offer weakly, wondering if it is worth an outright denial.
"Your letter to Anne Marie".
"Oh. You've read that?"
"Darling, I don't think there's a staff member in the entire school who hasn't read it. It's the funniest thing I've read in ages".


Phew. So it's gone well.

Anne Marie called me a couple of minutes later, after having lunch duty. She said she read it at morning tea, and took it into Shane's (the Principal) office right away. She said that he almost wet himself laughing. And then proceeded to make multiple copies of it, distributing them around the staff room for everyone to read.

She then made 35 copies of her own, and sent one home to every parent in her class, with an attached note saying

To all Prep A parents,

Please find enclosed a serious complaint I have receeived from a parent from this class. I offer this as warning to any family who has not yet had Scruffy stay with them, and offer my apologies to any who have, and who may have been hurt by his behaviour. Scruffy will be seeking treatment over these holidays".


:)


She tells me she has the entire holidays to 'plan her revenge'. Should I be nervous????










*Though there was this one parent...Anne Marie and I were talking and this other mother was waiting to talk to her. Anne Marie asked her if she'd read her letter, and she hadn't so she took it out. She opened it, scanned it and rolled her eyes, shoving it back into it's envelope. "One of our Mums has a wicked sense of humour", offers Anne Marie, slightly uncomfortable. "Sure. Except the thing is that now every other poor parent who's going to have Scruffy is going to have to try to think of something funny to do", she snaps, glowering at me.