I know it's only a couple of days since my last post/blog. But my daughter (Eldest) should avoid me if she wants to see Christmas. We had a parent-teacher meeting at school. Generally she's really doing pretty well in school. She reads well and considering she was held back a year I'm proud of her. Due to the time of her birthday and the UK education system. While in her first school she had to repeat her last year. Her teacher at that school was amazing and he kept her busy. Helping any class members who were struggling. She'd done this before and the other kids seemed to respond well to her. All this was passed onto her Junior high school teacher.

This is where my problem began. One of her first class assignments was to write about her family. OK all pretty standard stuff while starting a new school or class. She explained that she had two brothers and two sisters mentioning of course they were twins. She wrote about how clever her Daddy was with computers. Also mentioned that he loved soccer/football and that she wants to play it as well. Now we come to me and this is when I prayed that the floor would open up and swallow me. She explained that I am American and that I spoke with a funny voice. She meant accent I'm certain. Then wrote that my Mom's favorite color is black. She likes the color so much all her bra and knickers (panties) are black. Both the teacher and my husband almost wet themselves laughing. All I could say was no my favorite color is pink. Karl just said well I'd have thought it was red. Because you are a beautiful shade of red now. I'm sure they swapped babies at birth my real little girl would not have done that. Kids!!!

Cheryl