Remember that one time, or maybe, if you're like me, it was many
times, when you accidentally called your third-grade teacher "mom"? I
can recall the very first time I did this. I was in fourth grade and
mortified, especially because my teacher was a man. He was a man who
wore a fanny-pack, if you must know. He was also the North American
Cupstacking champion. So anyway, I called my fourth-grade
Cupstacking-champ, fanny-pack wearing teacher "mom" and everyone
laughed.
I went on to call every single one of my
teachers "mom" until I graduated from High School, and had I not
dropped out of college on my first day, I would have likely called my
professors "mom" too. But I digress, I don't have this problem anymore.
I don't confuse authority with my mother. I do call Archer by one of
the dog's names, sometimes, and vice-versa. But whatever. Archer
doesn't seem to mind.
I'm the one who minds. I mind that Archer has decided it's cool and kosher to call Hal and me "teacher" and not on accident. On purpose.
He seems to think all adults are "teacher" and since Hal and I are (kinda sorta) adults, we get to answer to "teacher" as well. Lucky us.
Or not. Being called "teacher" sucks. It was kind of funny for like two
minutes, but now it's just annoying. And a little bit creepy.
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