by Marinka on October 22, 2011

For history class, my daughter is writing a paper about the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre and as a result we are having conversations like this:

Did you do the reading for the paper?

Not yet, I’m studying Spanish.

You have to do the reading.

I know, but the Spanish quiz is on Monday, and the paper isn’t due for a month.

Right, but you have to read about it before you can write about it.

I’ll get to it.

WHEN will you get to it? The Massacre paper doesn’t just happen, you know.

I said I’ll do it.

You can’t rush the Massacre! You need to devote time to it.


Seriously, focus on the Massacre.

I said, OKAY.

I mean it. Concentrate on the Massacre.

You’re making it pretty easy to do that, MOM.


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{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

awesome dude October 23, 2011 at 9:22 am

From what I see, she will learn about management in the real adult life.


Beth October 23, 2011 at 4:09 pm

Ahh, wanting to kill your parents because they are asking you too many simple questions. It takes me back.


sweetney October 23, 2011 at 9:12 pm

Awesome. We should all really focus a little more on The Massacre, amirite?


the mama bird diaries
October 23, 2011 at 9:20 pm

I’d rather learn about a massacre than study spanish.


October 23, 2011 at 10:07 pm

I just want to live in your house.

Conversations about massacres shoved down my throat , and all.


Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes October 24, 2011 at 6:10 am

I completly agree, the massacre comes first.


October 24, 2011 at 9:53 am

Books can be read and reported on within one evening. I did it for years. Just don’t ask me any questions about anything I have read after the fact. And don’t invite me into your book club. I’m just there for the snacks.


dusty earth mother October 24, 2011 at 12:34 pm

I don’t get it, the Massacre sounds like so much more fun than Spanish.


Meredith L.
October 24, 2011 at 2:42 pm

My great-grandparents lived in Chicago in the 1920s, and my great-grandfather was a mechanic. No one can convince me he wasn’t an eye witness to the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre!

So, if your daughter wants to interview me and ask me what I think my great-grandfather VERY LIKELY WITNESSED BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONLY MECHANIC IN THE ONE GARAGE IN CHICAGO IN THE 1920s, she’s more than welcome to do so.


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