Tipper Gore would be proud, I think.

The very first thing that Ryan's teacher told us tonight was that Ryan was a pleasure and that he always makes her laugh.  She went on to tell us about something funny he did today.

Ryan: Mrs. F, I do not think this book is appropriate for class.  (He holds up a book he picked off of her shelf). Do you know anything about it?

Mrs. F: Well I know it is a non-fiction book and that it contains facts.

Ryan: Well, do you look at each book you bring in here?

Mrs F: (while stifling a laugh) Yes I do.  What seems to be the problem?

Ryan: (disgusted he turns away and hands her the book) Please look at page 28.

Mrs F: OH!  Thank you Ryan. I will make sure this book is removed from class.

Ryan: Thank you.  

She then explains that he walked back to his desk, satisfied that action had been taken.

btw...The book was about art.  And on page 28 there was a picture of a naked man statue.

A moment for us.

I just realized something.

I am a good mom.

Okay.  I already knew that.  But I don't allow myself to think it very often. 
I'd venture to say that most of us moms don't allow ourselves to think that.
So, take a moment and say it aloud.
Do it now.
No, now.

Didn't that feel good?

The sensitive side.

Ryan: Ryan B and I play at recess.  We run away from a girl named Ali.Me: Does she like that?
Ryan: Yeah.  Nobody else plays with her.
Me: Why?
Ryan: She's sort of weird.
Me: That's not very nice.
Ryan: I don't care that she's weird.
Me: Oh.  Well what makes her weird?
Ryan: She picks her nose and eats the boogers.

Um.
Okay.

Ryan: She also has to have an adult with her in class.
Me: Oh. So she needs a little extra help learning?
Ryan: Yeah.  She yells out stuff sometimes.
Me: Does that bother you?
Ryan: No.
Me: Well I think it's really cool that you hang out with someone even though other people make fun of her.
Ryan: Yeah.  It's not like it's her fault.

Boogers aside, I think I am the luckiest mom.
Ever.