Back to School Ice Cream Social

My son had his meet & greet at his new middle school yesterday evening. It was an ice cream social. His dad took him because for the past week, I've been laid up with the flu. But I did want to find out how things had gone at the function so I asked, "Did you meet your teacher?"

"No, Mom." He sounded a little affronted by the idea to me.

"You mean she wasn't there?" I was a little confused.

"She was there."

"Well, why didn't you meet her?"

"No, I met her mom. You said, 'Did you eat your teacher?' I didn't eat her."

Oh. Yeah. Clearly, my bad.