The first thing you need to know is that I took this picture my very own self, with my very own little camera, and the only altering that has been done to it is that I removed the school's name in two places - for personal reasons I know everyone understands.
The next thing you need to know is that my son who attends this school is dyslexic.
Apparently, so is the sign-putter-upper.
KinTergarDen? Really? Kintergarden. Say it out loud, its fun. Kintergarden. And then you can't stop. Kintergarden. See what I mean?
Sounds like something you'd learn about from Martha Stewart.
"Today I am going to show you how to plant your very own kinter garden, perfect for every season, every climate. So stay tuned, it's a good thing."
What's awesome is that it's been this way all flippin' week! Five whole days in a row to get it corrected. Five whole days!
And it's not like they were short on letters and forced to substitute as best they could, the letters they need are RIGHT THERE BEFORE THEIR EYES!
"No need to buy a vowel Pat, I'd like to solve the puzzle..."
OK, so we can all agree that I am no genius, and while my hubby has sung the words "She's a brick house, she's mighty mighty" in my general direction on occasion, I am by no means brick school house. Nor a fully accredited institution for learning.
So...should I email it to the local newspaper??? Or hide my face in shame that I send my baby boy here 5 days a week for an edu-macashun?
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