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"Dad neither high fives, nor bumps fists. Dad shakes hands."

My reply to an inane question posed by a teacher to my son, the Young Master, when he and I toured a potential kindergarten last Sunday afternoon.  He was asked if he could high five or fistbump Dad. . . confirming yet again that I have landed on a world where the chimpanzees and orangutans have taken over.

 -- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Glenda MooreFebruary 27, 2015 at 4:50 AM

    That would most likely be the last question I would listen to in this interview (as I exited the premises). If this is the only kindergarten in the area, possibly home-schooling & participating in some after-home-school activities with other home-schoolers may be worth investigating: hopefully there are other people in your area who believe that education should be seen as an actual educating experience and also maybe even a civilizing force, & not equating it with spending a day at the zoo hanging out with the other animals?... Anyway, I'm so glad your son heard this response from you, should go a long way in helping him to understand how to comport himself.

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  2. guyFebruary 27, 2015 at 6:17 AM

    You have my deepest sympathy. I promise you its spreading over here to the UK. I have long become used to being called 'mate' by clients but a new low this morning was to be called 'bro' by one. I blame our Prime minister trying to be the bro of your President. I sincerely hope by my reaction to my client that he appreciated that I am not and am never going to be his bro.

    Regards,
    Guy

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  3. WSTKS-FM WorldwideFebruary 28, 2015 at 7:03 AM

    Glenda and Guy, I am still holding my head in my hands over that little episode. One more kindergarten struck from the list.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich von B.

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