First grade has brought with it a few challenges to say the least. We've had a lot of new 'slams' thrown toward Deuce, some fancy eye-rolling when asked to do something and a frightening amount of lying. Considering Bonus received the Integrity Award last year for being the ONLY child in class to never tell a lie, this is quite a disheartening change.
I realize every kid lies. I know I tried to pull a few fast ones over on my parents a time or two but we have a zero-tolerance policy on lying.
Today I received a call from his teacher.
Yeah, those are always fun. There is nothing heavier than the weight in your stomach when you see the school name on your caller ID.
Apparently, after finishing his milk yesterday in the cafeteria, he proceeded to stomp the carton flat causing a sound so loud the entire lunchroom fell silent.
Yes, I laughed out loud when she told me this.
He was written up for this little stunt and was told to bring home the note for me to sign. Naturally, I never saw this note.
When the teacher asked about it today, he told her I hadn't seen it. (Which is the truth.) But when she explained that I had to sign it and he had to return it, he apparently went pale.
Bonus: "What does she need to write on it?"
The teacher: "She has to sign her name."
Bonus: "You mean, A.M.Y.? Because that's how she spells it..."
*You can smell the smoke from there, can't you?*
He has yet to mention the note and every question about school has been returned with a 'yeah, I'm doing GREAT!' response. So this evening I have been instilling as much guilt as possible; because that's what moms do best.
Right now we are going for ice cream because he has had such a GREAT! WEEK! and because he is such a GOOD! BOY! and because he hasn't had ANY! PROBLEMS! AT! SCHOOL!
But tomorrow morning, when I'm putting him on the bus and kissing him bye, I will whisper in his ear, "I know about the note from your school..."
And it will be a loooong weeeekend.