My Father is a Housewife
My father is a housewife? What a question? Well the story goes like this. My mom before is a grade public school teacher and study, become a principal in my home place and now a retired principal and recently a business woman. During her elementary teaching a class of 40 noisy grade six pupils is quite a tiresome and monotonous job that laughing that laughing with the pupils is a rare experience. However, there are light moments when my mom has the occasion to laugh with them.
One day, one of her objective in English was for the pupils to be able to ask and answer do/does and what questions. During the pattern drill, she called individual pupils to come up front to answer questions. Ivy raised her hand and so my mom called her.
“Ask Ivy what her father’s name is,” mom said.
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“What’s your father’s name?” chorused the children.
“My father is Mr. Juan dela Cruz.”
“Ask her what her father does.”
“What does your father do?” asked the children.
“My father is a housewife,” was Ivy quick reply.
“Ma’am, Ivy’s father is a housewife,” shouted the children and they become to laugh.
My mom asked again her pupil if what does his father do, and replied again the pupil that his father is a housewife. And my mom ask again to her pupil that, why do you say that your father is a housewife? “Ma’am because,” she mumbled, he stay at the house. He cleans our house. He washes our cloths. He cooks our food and everything, answered the poor pupil. Poor innocent children, I had to correct her wrong concept. My mom said.
The lesson for these is never tolerate the children, if they are wrong let us correct them so that when they are already big enough they know already what is wrong and what is right and people will not laugh at them at the end.