The Evil Spawn and I are sharing the same hallways for the first time in history.
This experience has been interesting to say the least.
Turns out sweaty junior high kids smell bad in every school district. I had no idea.
I am particularly disgusted when the sweatiest kid in school stands in front of a fan in what I think is an attempt to make the entire school smell like a giant armpit.
For the record, I’m not saying this kid is related to me… but I’m not saying she isn’t.
I see the Evil one about 47 times per day.
This is nice.
Because she is far more affectionate at school than at home.
And did I mention awkward?
Lets get this straight once and for all.
I don’t want to be touched. Or hugged. Or touched. Or hugged.
It’s called personal space.
Over the years I’ve never swayed on this issue.
This is especially true when I’m around sweaty kids.
Even my own.
Rule #1: Don’t Touch Me. Rule #2: See Rule #1.
Another issue that’s reared it’s ugly head is what she should call me.
Pre-sweaty hug, should she address me as Mr.?
Maybe, Hey You?
There has been some confusion on her part.
She did refer to me as “Tie-Guy”, but that doesn’t seem appropriate.
Maybe I shouldn’t even worry about this.
After all, I’m sure how she addresses me as a 5th grader will be entirely different than what she calls me when she’s 16.