Teachers. Admit it. This is a perk of the job isn't it?

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Just got dds work home as she finishes this week.

In the bag are some things that are mounted and have clearly been on the wall either in the classroom or (gulp) the main corridors or halls.

In one she provides a slice of homelife which is mighty embarrassing and makes us sound like total wankers. She also talks about drinking wine. She is 8.

You find these things don't you, with a silent shout of glee. I have believed this since my mother told me about turning up at my school and on the wall was a picture I had drawn of her and dad 'playing in the bath'.

Come on. You might as well admit it....

and

Oh yes. My teacher parents had some cracking stories to tell about the embarrassing things children had told them/written in their daily diaries etc

Sadly, it was counter-balanced by the dreadful stuff they often heard too.

Oh absolutely!
I laughed until I cried over a piece of work where the 9 year old child described her older brother living in Spain to wank for a year (we think/hope she meant work)

Come on Pag...what has she said??

That is a realistic yet exhausting gap year.

Ds1 wrote a lovely harvest poem thanking god for the craps in the field...

On DS1's first day at school the HT made a speech (she really loves the sound of her own voice TBH) and she said "if you promise not to believe everything the children say about us then we will take everything the children say about you with a big pinch of salt".

Your headteacher sounds very sensible CrackFox

It's a fab perk. My particular favourite was the little boy who told the entire class that the Easter Bunny wasn't real "because I saw my Mummy wearing a fluffy tail and my Daddy was chasing her!"

dd1s first ever book that they worte in every monday about what they had done at home was lovely

I was so excited about seeing what she had written at parents evening

hmmm

mummy and ddaddy were in the garden smoking.

mummy drinks wine

daddy likes poker

mummy and ddaddy do lots of cuddling

and a lengthy report of when dd2 smashed a glass bowl and got a bit in her foot

we sound fab

roffle @ twila

LOL at "we sound fab"

I once had to ring a pupil's mum because her DD had handcuffed someone to a tree and we needed her to bring the key to school.

This is why DH and I are strictly vanilla until the children are older.

A small child in one of my classes told me how her daddy dressed up as a princess and chased her around the cellar.

The daddy in question was at least 6'4" and built like a rugby player!

Another drew pics of a cat all the time with wings. I asked him what it was, exactly, and he said that it was his dead cat, in heaven. He explained how his mum cried when she found the cat dead. And then he had cried. And then mummy said he had gone to heaven and how they buried him with a couple of toys and how they had all cried again, but he was brave and gave mummy a cuddle and told her he was in heaven and was baby Jesus's cat now.

I'm afraid I got something in my eye at that point and had to go for a tissue.

Haha! Reminds me of DS telling teacher and classmates that his dad works as a security guard in Tesco. In fact DH is an accountant and holds a very senior position at his company, but DS thought it made him sound much cooler than he is...

Pag! What did she put? Was it as good as saying mobiles at the tables are astonishingly rude?

Dd's last report contained a line about how "dd was always keen to share her experiences outside school with everyone at carpet time".

Oh gawd...

In circle time,a 5 year old boy once told me, my entire class and my Teaching Assistants his 'news'.."My daddy likes to dress up in my mummy's clothes when she goes out!" Could never quite look either parent in the eye again after that!

I used to tell everyone my Dad was a waiter. In fact he was the manager of a 5 star hotel on Park Lane in London. God knows where I got my ideas from. I think he might have taken us to one of the restaurants in the hotel and known all the staff

SNORT at the handcuffs

At nursery (many years ago) in circle time, the children were given an old 35mm film canister and told to put as many tiny things in it as they could fit. One little girl stood up and said loudly 'My mummy has a pot like that. She calls it her pot pot'

Ha haaaaaaaa

I still cringe when I remember going into DS's reception class when he shouted 'here's silly mummy' and proceeded to tell everyone how silly me and daddy were for forgetting to put our pyjamas on last night.
Unfortunately, it's a special school with an extended age range - DS is 16 now and I still have to face the same TA.

When I was at infant school I used to tell everyone my Dad was German. And occasional use the one German word I knew, as evidence of this.
My Dad was born in Kennington South London and descended from fishermen in Grimsby.
WTF was that about, student psychologists?

I told my teacher,when I was about 6,that my ambition was to write a book on 101 ways to eat a Jaffa cake.

rofl. Esp at handcuffs...

More please, teachers. Just so long as it's not me.

Lol at silly mummy and tales of cross dressing daddies..

Acanthus.. Nah. I just read it and I thought 'god they we sound like such tossers.
The "and I drank lots of wine" was good though..
I expect some parents nodded along thinking 'yes, I can see how that could happen'

my dd had to write about what made her happy and what made her sad

Happy - when mummy reads to me
Sad - when daddy makes a cake and it tastes yucky

i didnt mind going to parents evening and seeing that on the wall!!