I picked Jack up from school today, just as I do every Friday at 12:30. And this was the brief conversation that took place with his teachers...
Me: good afternoon!
Teacher 1: hi!, (looking towards Jack) Jack come on over, Mommy's here!
Teacher 1: (now looking at me) Does he just pass out when you put him to bed?
Me: (with a puzzled brow) yes, he usually does, he loves his sleep
Teacher 1: We figured (looking at teacher 2 and smiling ever so kindly), we were just discussing that before you got here
Me: (thinking, but wanting to say it out loud) What does that mean? Is he really that hyper or does he just look like a great sleeper?
Luckily, Jack arrived to the door at that moment and I no longer had to worry about trying to bite my tongue. Hmmm...the joy of a boy, I think?
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