At least I got to practice embedding a survey.

October 23, 2009 – 1:10 pm |

If my husband had to tell you the one thing about me and my family that drives him the craziest, it would be that we are prone to over-analysis. Indeed, my sister and I can contemplate and discuss a simple, straightforward issue until only the smelly mane and tail of the dead horse’s carcass remain.

This morning over breakfast, as we practiced his spelling words, I said to 8. “Did you ever mention to your teacher about that typo on the list?”

“No,” he said.

“We should probably let her know,” I suggested. “Should I e-mail her, or do you want to tell her at school?”

“I can e-mail her,” he offered simply, without looking up from his cereal. Now there was a simple solution to the whole dilemma that hadn’t occurred to me. I pulled up the teacher’s e-mail address, and using his own account, my son typed this message:

Dear Mrs. c There is a mix up in the word shepherd. From “8″

He clicked send.  A few minutes later, there was this reply.

Thank You!

And there you have it.

Although, right after he clicked send, I heard him gasp a little.

“What?” I asked.

“I forgot to capitalize the -C-,” he lamented.

That’s my boy.

(If you’re interested in the poll results, voters were equally split between e-mailing the teacher and having him tell the teacher, with ‘Nerd Alert’ getting only one vote.)