Adventures in babysitting

Jon was taking care of a friend's children the other night. He also had to drop them off at their school this morning. This is his report:

Attached are photos of a bench in front of the school. We should not be too mean about these, as the bench is a monument to someone who is no longer with us. But still . . .

This is what I first spotted while dropping off the kids:

My first thought was that someone was trying to be clever in a poetic, pierce, tattooed, greasy, dreadlocked, plant-guerilla-marketing-devices-that-set-off-a-bomb-scare-and-paralyse-a-city-and-then-make-hair-jokes-during-the-press-conference-at-the-courthouse sort of way.

But then I spotted the front of the bench

Yup. My thoughts then were something along the lines of "Be proud! Wear the union label! Teachers are the future! But only because they own our children!"

Crickey.