Have you heard?

Surely, by now, you have - that the Chicago Public Schools' teachers are on strike, for seven days and counting, in a contract dispute with the city.

The kids, who are supposed to be in school, are not. And we have been alerted that this will continue for at least two more days, through Tuesday.

Dad started writing this post on Wednesday but decided to wait. At the time, he was going to say no more about the strike and focus on what we've been doing instead.

Forget that now.

This. Is. Ridiculous.

And worse.

After much ugliness, including picketing teachers' signs that call our mayor a bully and a liar (and which even our kindergartener can read), union and city leaders finally struck a complex agreement this weekend.

So what do the union's delegates then tell their leaders? In short: "It's probably not good enough, but we need more time to think about it before we even call a vote to end the strike."

But THAT is not good enough. Not nearly so. Not by a long shot.

We have tried very hard not to take a side in front of the kids. But maybe we've been trying too hard. Maybe we should be taking a side. The kids' side.