Over the past ten years, I've taught piano to varying combinations of a particular family's six children. I have come to love and deeply respect this family. I've modeled many of my own parenting/homeschooling/teaching styles after what I have observed at their home.
They always offer me tea with something, usually a sweet yummy. So far, the most unusual side they offered with my tea was peanut m&ms. Until today...
The second-to-youngest, 8-year-old E, came into the living room. With his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face that I should have noticed sooner, he said, "Mrs. Borchert, would you like this with your tea?" and produced a plate with a dead chipmunk on it. Yes, you did just read that. Apparently their cat had brought it as a gift which they felt compelled to pass on to me. Three words. This. Is. War. My boys were helping me think of ways to um... retaliate. To be continued...

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yum yum
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