I Often Question My Parenting Skills

I've always thought of myself as a fairly decent mother but sometimes I have to reassess that opinion. What times are those? Glad you asked...

Today, Tootie stepped off of the bus and broke down in tears when she saw me. I knew she had broken her good-conduct streak, just by the look on her face. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she didn't want to talk about it. I pulled her daily folder out of her backpack and there was a note from the teacher saying that she had spit on a kid who was ignoring her. I laughed (to myself, I had my poker face on) and asked her if she spit on someone. She said yes and I said, "What are you, a llama?" and she burst out laughing. I don't know if I should have been going for laughter there. I did explain that spitting isn't ladylike and that it's just for animals and that it was never acceptable to spit at or throw things or hit other people. Now I have to get Fidel on that same line of thought since he's the one who taught the girls how to spit in the first place. I don't know how to explain the behavior of men. I catch him peeing in the yard, blowing snot rockets in the shower, feeding my Sweet Prince Rusty his boogers and playing "pull my finger" with the kids. I guess given all of that, I should be glad she wasn't peeing on the playground or anything.