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Twice the Triplets
The weekly adventures of way too many nieces
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At this rate they’ll get to eat just after the younger sets bedtime. 🙂
I actually slipped and called my high school band teacher “Dad” once. I’m pretty sure he noticed, but he was either confused enough or gracious enough to not say anything about it. (I’m sure my immediate, embarrassed expression made it obvious that I knew I slipped up.)
I called my Standard 4 (primary school) teacher, Sister Gemma , “Mom”. The entire class noticed.
I grew up in a military (army) family.
My dad served three (3) tours in Vietnam.
I never mistook anyone for him or my mom, but I (and my sisters) never forgot to “sir” or “ma’am” any adult who was in charge.
this would cause some disruption when my family was assigned to a post in a ‘northern state’ and we encountered the ‘not-very-respectful’ teen culture non-military families had there.
We kids (my sisters and I) didn’t even realize why the other kids were laughing each time we answered a question in class (at least, I didn’t),but things came to a head quickly and violently less than a month after we got up there.
My mother was called to my youngest sister school first.
Seems a third grade bully decided she was a good target. (she was in kindergarten)
She broke both bones in both of his lowers arms.
Same day, a female ‘street gang’ decide my older sister was joining them or learn why she should have.
They pushed her down an ice-covered hill (we had just arrived from Texas and had little experience walking on ice).
When hey got down to her, she sent six of them to the hospital. (the seventh left her alone)
Then (same day still), my mother was called to my school because I was ‘disrupting’ class with my saying “sir” and “ma’am”.
I didn’t even know what was happening until my science teacher jumped down the other students’ throats for laughing.
Needless to say, my mother was not pleased.
Your sisters sound pretty badass. 🙂
Our dad trained the green beret in hand-to-hand.
Of course he’d give us a little training.