Here’s part of a professional client email I sent this morning.
Kid is in 1st grade.

**Posted with permission from his mother, who reads the blog and thankfully still trusts me with her kid.
Here’s part of a professional client email I sent this morning.
Kid is in 1st grade.

**Posted with permission from his mother, who reads the blog and thankfully still trusts me with her kid.
A 1st grader I tutor lives in my building and has met Eric a couple times….

(Part of the Ebola Mom series )


My favorite part of this is that she doesn’t know how to space the exclamation points because I’m pretty sure she’s never used one.
Ran into a former student and his mom on the street.
Mom: “How’s the tutoring business going?”
Me: “Great! But, you know (smiling at the kid)— I really miss the classroom!”
Mom: “Oh please. No you don’t.”
Me (laughing): “Really, I do!”
Mom: “You do NOT!”
Me: “I do!”
Mom (pointing at kid): “You don’t have to pretend for him. It’s fine.”
Me: “Ok yeah I really don’t.”

(Part of the Ebola Mom series)

No. I will be drunk.
And yes, thank you, I am quite excited for my shower, and you are so sweet to acknowledge that that will be a special event in my life!! I appreciate your understanding that you are in no way a priority for me on that day! ![]()
“You’ve had that same pimple since our last session.”
— 1st grader

That moment during a tutoring session when you ask the kid a math question, and Alexa answers for him.

(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Glad someone’s keeping track of her kid’s progress. ![]()
For reference, the state tests are scored on a 1-4 scale:
1= below grade level
2= approaching grade level
3= on grade level
4= above grade level


I spend my work days almost exclusively with children and no adults, so sometimes I’m tempted to have a more intellectual conversation than they are capable of having.
After reading this segment of a larger article on how pioneer children entertained themselves….

Kid: “Ok…but then what?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Kid: “How is that a game? They’re just swinging a button.”
Me: “Right…well. I think that’s the point of the article. To compare and contrast how pioneer children entertain themselves with how children entertain themselves now.”
Kid: “Oh my god. I feel so bad for them. They must be so bored!”
Me: “Ironically and interestingly, I don’t think they were. Because they had to work harder to entertain themselves, they were probably better at it and more content than today’s children. Having to work harder for your entertainment makes you appreciate it more.”
Kid: (blank stare)
Me: “Ok, never mind. That might have been a bit over your head.”
Kid: (blanker stare)
Me: “Sometimes I overanalyze and put more of a psychological spin on these things than is necessary.”
Kid: (blankest stare)
Me: “Let’s get back to the article. What was the main idea?”
Kid: “Pioneer kids’ toys SUCK.”
Me: “Ok…not exactly….”
Kid: “I’m going to send them some better toys!”
Me: “But…you can’t send pioneer children toys…”
Kid: “Because they live too far away?”
Me: “No…”
Kid: “Or maybe their parents don’t let them take stuff from strangers?”
Me: “Stop talking and put down the pencil.”

(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 61, Ebola Mom Part 62, and part of the Ebola Mom series)
Six days after the original incident, 4 days after realizing I was offended, and 2 hours before I’ll be seeing her kid….an apology!! ![]()
