My children take after their mother in many aspects. The fairness of their skin is a perfect example. My diaper bag has always contained sunscreen and there is a spare in the car ... just in case. There is no such thing as a tan line, but freckles are never in short supply. Little Man has a "frankel" on his arm. It is a source of great pride. Fall always signals a battle of wills as the long-sleeved shirts will cover the beloved "frankel." Occasionally, he forgets which arm it is on. Panic sets in ... and then he checks the other arm!
Recently our favorite gym teacher, Ms. E, had quite a story to tell.
The conversation went something like this:
Little Man: "Ms. E, you got a frankel!" *pointing to her arm*
Ms. E: "No, it's a mole."
Little Man: "I got two moles!" *pulls his shirt up, pointing to his nipples*
If only I could have seen the look on Ms. E's face for that one!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
School Rules
Diva started school this year ... and we all held our breath.
She's smart, sometimes too much so for her own good. She typically behaves well, although her "moments" are usually pretty memorable. She always has an opinion. Sometimes she shares it at entirely the wrong time. In short, she is her mother's child.
At school, the behavior system is based on a star. If your star stays on blue all day, great. If if progresses to yellow, red, etc. you lose an increasing amount of recess time. If you end up with a purple star, a field trip to the principal's office is on the agenda. Every afternoon, as she gets in the car, Diva and I discuss the star situation. Most days it is a smooth conversation. Blue star, end of story. Most days ...
Me: "Did you have a good day?"
Diva: "I got my star pulled."
Me: "Why did you get your star pulled?"
Diva: "I left the playground"
*insert long speech as to why this is a dangerous thing to do*
Diva: "Mrs. A told me to come back and counted."
Me: "Then why didn't you come back when she told you to?"
Diva: "I heard her, but I was tired of walking."
Nice to know I'm not the only one she ignores. I should point out that the punishment for getting your star pulled ... is walking!
She's very smart, but sometimes the whole logic thing really trips her up. As I said, she is her Momma's child ... bless her heart!
She's smart, sometimes too much so for her own good. She typically behaves well, although her "moments" are usually pretty memorable. She always has an opinion. Sometimes she shares it at entirely the wrong time. In short, she is her mother's child.
At school, the behavior system is based on a star. If your star stays on blue all day, great. If if progresses to yellow, red, etc. you lose an increasing amount of recess time. If you end up with a purple star, a field trip to the principal's office is on the agenda. Every afternoon, as she gets in the car, Diva and I discuss the star situation. Most days it is a smooth conversation. Blue star, end of story. Most days ...
Me: "Did you have a good day?"
Diva: "I got my star pulled."
Me: "Why did you get your star pulled?"
Diva: "I left the playground"
*insert long speech as to why this is a dangerous thing to do*
Diva: "Mrs. A told me to come back and counted."
Me: "Then why didn't you come back when she told you to?"
Diva: "I heard her, but I was tired of walking."
Nice to know I'm not the only one she ignores. I should point out that the punishment for getting your star pulled ... is walking!
She's very smart, but sometimes the whole logic thing really trips her up. As I said, she is her Momma's child ... bless her heart!
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