A note from the teacher

My little William got in trouble at school today, which is pretty much a first. He’s had a cranky day or two at school, of course, and then there were the biting days, which unfortunately (fortunately?) he was generally on the receiving end of. But he never had a note sent home before.

Well, I take that back. He gets a note everyday, but it’s the general all purpose “what time was nap, what was for lunch, and circle the mood I was in today” note. Today he was “Busy as a Bee” and “Sad.” Then for lunch: “refused to come to table.” Then the long note down the side: “He had a hard time listening today. He didn’t want to eat, potty, fix cot, brush teeth. Told his teachers no.” He was probably OK until he committed the cardinal sin: nobody says no to the teachers. I think we all have a hard time listening sometimes, and he probably could’ve still raked in a little pity for his snit until the Big No.

I’ll have to talk to the lead teacher in the morning; Miss Amber’s nice enough, but not all that communicative. Miss Amanda will straighten us all out, though. Discipline sometimes seems awfully random with a three-year old. I came in this afternoon and got the report and then gave Will his little lecture: were you sad this morning? did you know you made Miss Amanda and Miss Amber sad too? we have to do what our teachers tell us, don’t we? can you say “yes ma’am?” And so on.

Who knows how effective that is? Our kids both seem very well behaved on the whole, but probably Chris and I are those liberal wussy parents and Laura and Will will turn to crime later because they didn’t get spanked for saying no. Oh well, at least we’ll have interesting family notoriety. Not that we would really want that.

Chris had a bad day at school too. Is it bedtime yet?