I do a lot of language correcting when hanging out with teenagers all day. Normally, I don’t hear the word “retarded” on a regular basis. In fact, I could really count the number of times, Before and After, that I had to correct it on one hand. In a high school setting, that was promising. It seemed like maybe, the word was disappearing.
Until today.
3 different kids in four hours. Each kid got a lesson. One poor child even got pulled into my office and shown 47 pictures of Tessa all over my walls.
Every single time, it drains all of my energy.
I wonder if that ever stops?
What the heck, man??
Yo soy La Lay 
I don’t know if it will ever stop…but I do know a lot of wonder people who are going to educate others just the same! ……BTW, the pic and caption made me laugh!
WonderFUL! I meant wonderful!
I haven’t had to encounter that since the Peanut was born, but I guess I will at some stage. Any tips on how to deal with it?
My motto these days is “teach, don’t preach, then move on.” And now that I wrote that, I have another blog post swirling around my head to write…
Consider me your muse 😉
I feel like I need to get flyers made up on CHARGE so I don’t need to explain it over and over.
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