“No, wait!” she shouted anxiously while tugging at my sleeve.
“You can’t go now!” she whimpered. “I do not want you to leave!”
“I’ve got to go,” I told her. “But quite soon I will be back.
See—if I do not go to work I’ll surely get the sack!”
I knew that it was hard for kids to bid their Dads goodbye.
I knew that it was normal that they’d whinge and whine and cry.
But Nancy was their teacher. “Get a grip, you’re sixty-four.”
“But sir—your kids are monsters! I can’t take it anymore!”
Robbie Yates 
Omg omg so cute… This was fabulous Robbie
At 64, I too wouldn’t want to deal with brats😍😍😘😘
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They take after the ol’ dad, eh?
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She needs a fulltime security guard!
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I’m sure my children’s teachers feel this way!
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Ah! poor teacher…
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A monstrous challenge, indeed! *humming When I’m 64 by the Beatles*
Hope 2019 finds you well, Robbie! Mona
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😂😂, so glad I am retired. I wouldn’t want to deal with kids in my 60s.
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😂😂😂😂 Oh, how I missed this… I could never be a teacher. That’s what my father wanted me to do… But, I could never put up with those monsters… Not even the 19 year old ones! 😂😂
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