The boy got off the bus the other afternoon, chatted a bit about his day and "Oh, you're probably going to get a phone call this afternoon. I've got homework! Bye!"
Sure enough, there in his folder was a note. Making inappropriate remarks and she'd be calling. We've danced this dance before, she and I. I think she over-reacts. She thinks our son has too few boundaries. A disconnected two-step with neither of us telling the other how to do her job but both of us wanting to.
Following my conversation with her, the boy and I sat down for our own talk. More of the same...think things through before you speak. Please. And no more cursing at school. Or anywhere, really. Please? Thanks.
Yesterday, while out running various errands with both kiddos in tow, the subject of what Is and Is Not Appropriate came up. They were starting to throw out goofy suggestions and my patience was wearing thin...moderating them and navigating unfamiliar roads has that effect.
You're a bright kiddo, son. You know what's appropriate and what's not at school.
Like playing a joke on my friends and asking them to spell Grass but without the G and R?
Before I could even answer, the wee girl chimes in...
You mean Ass?
5:30 traffic and I'm banging my head on the steering wheel.
I cannot be the only mom of a 5 and 7 year old who spends rush hour traffic time conversing with her children over the history of the word Ass and why it is now considered a Bad Word. But, somehow, I don't think there are very many of us.