Turns Out I’m a Werewolf with a Giant Drug Problem
Apr 11 2013
I’m going away for the weekend. My daughter gave me this note:
“I Love You — Super Doper Loper Cuper Mom.“
I have to say,
I love it when my kids think I’m a Super Doper.
That’s so much better than being an ordinary doper, don’t you think?
Whatever you do, do it to the best of your ability.
P.S. I assume Loper has something to do with my casual yet consistent stride. Unless she meant Luper as in lupus, or Latin for wolf, in which case she’s calling me a werewolf with a giant drug problem. A Super Doper Luper.
Actually? Her 3rd grade self-portrait all of a sudden makes a ton more sense.
You know. In an “I learned it from watching you” kind of way.
P.P.S. What’s a Cuper?
P.P.P.S. Don’t miss the History Lesson of the Day on the 5 Kids Facebook page. It has nothing to do with drugs or werewolves, so it’ll be a nice break from this.
P.P.P.P.S. Seriously on the Cuper thing. Anyone?