It happened at parents' night last night. I jumped ship early at the nursery school parent orientation (at which I was required to be present even though this is my SIXTH year in a row I have attended the thing) and boogied into Tyler's parent night - late. I slid into a seat next to my hubby and ignored the disapproving looks of the other parents. When we had a break for snack, odd I know - but a chance to mingle with the other parents, I approached the teacher we called the other night.
ME: "I'm really sorry about that phone call the other night."
Mrs. K: "It's no problem. I misspeak sometimes."
ME: "I tried to explain to him that he misunderstood you but he wouldn't listen."
Mrs. K: "He's always on top of things. Only one other child picked up on my error."
ME: sudden realization dawning "He was right?"
Mrs. K: "Yes, only two of them picked up on it. Tyler picks up on everything. It's great."
ME: "You mean Tyler was paying close enough attention to notice this? He was right? The teacher misspoke? Are we really talking about Tyler? Oh, my, GOD! I am the worst parent ever!"
Actually, I didn't say those last things. What I said was, "Thanks again for taking the call. It helped a lot."
I then ran to my husband to tell him what a bad mom I am. "...I argued for ages. I told him he misunderstood. No wonder he cried. I didn't believe him."
Let's make more space on the mantle. Oh no, it's getting a bit crowded. At this rate we'd better build some shelves.