outed

I was last week's mystery reader in Zack's second grade class and I was treated like a rock star when I read Beware of the Storybook Wolves, by Lauren Child.

Rock. Star.

Celebrity.

Zack told everyone I am a writer and I answered earnest questions posed by earnest 7 year old boys and girls, about my life as such.

And while I was riding high on the Second Grade Adoration Express, Zack decided to mention that one time, I 'said the 's' word at him because I was being a BAD MOMMY'. To the entire class. And his teacher.

With that, I was deflated but bounced back with record speed, proving I could too have a career in politics, as I steered this press core back to books and reading and literacy and I AM TOO A GOOD MOMMY except for the times when I am not and I say bad words about messy rooms.

That'll teach me.

Thankfully, they didn't hold my imperfect ways against me and Zack brought me 23 thank you notes, on orange paper to suit my pumpkin-loving fancy.



I'm keeping these handy. It should help quell my foul mouth.

Here's some of my favorites:

Dear Mrs. Lisa,
Thank you for coming and reading to us. I hope that Zach loves you and you love him. That book that you read us, I think I sort of like the book. Love, O

Or how about:

Dear Mom,
Thank you for reading us that wolf book. You are very nice! Thank you so much! I hope you come back with a better book! Your son, Zack

(We're clearly going to have to work on that exclamation point addiction he is developing. *sigh*)

On that note, I'm off to remedy what some people - I'm looking at you, son - consider to be my iffy judgment in the book picking department. It's nothing an afternoon at the library can't fix.