The kids made cards for Father's Day.
S2's card was strips of gift-wrap paper pasted to look like a tie. The background of the card was another gift-wrap paper
"Your watch is so boring," S2 informed me, "you need to get watches like these ones on my card."
"These are not watches," I told her, "these are compasses."
"My teacher said they were watches," said S2.
S1, who never misses a chance to put his sister down chimed in: "S2's teacher doesn't even know the difference between a watch and a compass!"
"No, the teacher probably said it was a compass, but S2 heard it wrong," I said.
This is exactly what my father would have said. When I was growing up, my teachers were never wrong or even mistaken. If they'd said something that was incorrect, I would be told that I must have misheard the teacher or missed some nuance of what the teacher was saying.
"Listen properly in class next time!", I would be told. Looks like I am carrying the lesson forward.
Happy Father's Day.