Being A Slave

I went to pick Miss S up from kindy yesterday, and the Head Teacher pulled me to one side.

Uh oh.

“I have to tell you what happened today,” she started, “I was playing in the sandpit with Miss S today, and she handed me a teapot and said “get me some water”, I asked her “What do you think I am, your slave?”.

Miss S pondered this for a moment, pointed at another teacher and said “Is she a slave?”

 

Mrs K

Coke Zero addict, knitter, crocheter, fat, fabulous, fluffy mama.

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