"So my phone got taken away the other day," an 8th-grader told me recently. She was a former student who had stopped by after school to catch up. Or rather to catch me up with her; I could barely get a word in edgewise.
"What happened was my mom said she was going to take it away, and I said, 'You always say that but you never do!' and then she took it away."
"Oof," I managed before she continued.
"And when I told my world geography teacher, he wasn't even sympathetic! He just laughed and said I poked the goat or something," she sighed.
"It's 'poke the bear'," I told her.
"Whatever," she waved her hand. "I actually like 'goat' better because to be honest, my mom is the G.O.A.T," she reported with a shrug. She looked at me as if I was unfamiliar with the term and clarified. "You know? Greatest of all time? My mom is truly the greatest mom of all time."
"Well at least you don't hold grudges," I said.
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