Turd grade

Today was the last day of second grade for WCK! She is now officially in third grade! I remember a lot of things about third grade, but the main thing I keep remembering is my cousin Mikey telling me I was in “turd grade.” (Mikey was a grade younger, so it wasn’t a bullying thing; it was more like a second-grade empowerment thing. I think.) Now that I’ve remembered this, I cannot stop calling it “turd grade” in my head, and I have to fight myself to keep from saying it out loud. I know if I slip and say it out loud, WCK will not stop talking about “turd grade” until, well, the end of turd third grade.

Must not say turd. Must not say turd. Must not say turd.

I’ll let you know how it goes.