Last week was a rough one at our house, Dennis and I were
both sick early in the week and he wasn’t feeling up to snuff throughout the
rest of the week. By Tuesday evening the
fever was down and when he asked permission to remove the railing from the
basement stairs, I decided he was well enough to go to school the following
day. Off to school he went, but the
notes I received from the teacher each evening indicated that Mr. Personality
might not have been up to his usual charming self.
On Wednesday, the teacher reported him as “wild” and not a
good listener. Thursday’s report was
that he had shoved another student to the floor. Upon cross examination, the defendant
reported that the victim has said that he wanted to be a cat and that the
action was justified because “We not like cats. So I pushed him.” Not being a big fan of felines, I respect his
point of view, but we had a long talk about not judging someone’s ideas and never
inflicting injury. When I picked him up
from school on Friday, the teacher reported that when it was time to line up
and leave the library, my son had leapt into a canoe that was part of a display
and attempted to paddle away. I’m hoping
the teacher had a few glasses of wine on our behalf this weekend; although I
did have a couple of extras just in case.
If all that wasn’t enough, Dennis received an invitation to
a birthday party which he refused to attend because “That kid yells a lot and I
think we can go to the beach instead.” During
the course of the weekend, any time we asked Dennis question, he replied “No, I wanna go to the beach and build sand castles.”
It’s been a long first winter in America.
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