We were discussing our plans for the evening around the dinner table. It's a Wednesday, so we will be in church. I told my boys in an energetic voice, "I get to teach Club 2190 tonight. I'm excited."
Zech didn't seem to know what I was talking about, so I explained to him, "I am Gabe's teacher tonight."
The response was upsetting. Zech looks over at Gabe and says, "Sorry, Gabe. You don't get your real teacher tonight. You just get mommy."
I was amused with Gabe's rebuttal. "Mom knows how to handle all the kids and get them to listen to her. She talks in an angry voice."
I feel so misunderstood...