I’m in trouble again.
“Dad,” said Miss7.
I was on my laptop.
“Daa-aaa-ad,” said Miss7.
Her face was less than a meter from my face. And by less I mean within licking distance.
You know when you don’t really hear someone but then when they get your attention you know they’ve been saying something for a bit?
This was that.
“WHAT?” I snapped back, because she scared the crap out of me.
“Can we draw on the whiteboard?” she asked me. “Please.”
And this was the moment I noticed the other four kids behind her, all looking my way expectantly.
“Sure,” I said, because if I said no I might have to get off my laptop and find something else for them to do.
“Thanks, Dad!” they all chorused, and I felt like a really cool father.
This should have rung a few alarm bells.
They dove into Tracey’s drawer and then started fighting for elbow room in front of the whiteboard.
“Just make sure you only use the white board markers,” I told them.
I was pleased with myself for thinking of that because the last thing I wanted was to have to explain to Tracey why I let the kids make a mess in her office.
Which is why I was so disappointed when, an hour later, I finally looked up from my laptop.
Nope, not yet either.
“WHAT?” I snapped back at Tracey.
She pointed at her whiteboard. Or, more specifically, to the wall underneath it.
Which is when I discovered I probably also should have checked they could all reach the white board…
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