Three years ago this month, Princess started preschool. Only 2 mornings a week - just something to give her some socialization with kids her own age. Little Man was just four months old at the time.
For Princess, it was love at first sight. Actually, 2 loves at first sight. There was a WMU student (we'll call her Miss "Leigh") who was helping out in Princess' room, and Molly was instantly a HUGE fan.
Now, the personality of Princess has been chronicled in this blog, and it's no secret that she is little miss independent with lots of "spunk".
But, at school, she has ALWAYS been described as an angel student. The words, "I wish we could have a roomful of her" have been used many times. (I know, TRUST ME, I ask for verification every time - "Really? Princess? Are you sure?!")
So, last fall, we enrolled Little Man in the same preschool.
Hubby and I used to describe him as our "laid back" child.
Somewhere along the line, however, that train left the station.
Big. Drag.
I will interject a disclaimer here that his age group at preschool is, on their very best day, "challenging". Several sets of twins, some children whose parents aren't exactly "sticklers" (I've never actually spelled tried to spell that word before) for rules and discipline or consistency. The result - Little Man has witnessed some "new" behaviors.
At the end of the day, however, we trust the teachers and the director, and know how much our kids love the school, so, it has mostly been a great experience.
Little Man has been put in timeout for not listening.
Little Man has been put in timeout for not cleaning up his toys.
One day, Little Man even tested the "3 strikes" rule and was sent to the Director's office.
Good news is - he generally turns it around and hasn't been tagged for repeat offenses. Thankfully.
So, today, I get a text from Miss Leigh about 10 minutes before Little Man is to be picked up, and the following exchange takes place:
HER: Text me after you pick up Little Man ... and talk to (the Director)
ME: Hubby is picking him up in a few. Oh no. What happened?
HER: Haha. He just decided that (preschool) needed a fire drill this morning.
ME: SHUT UP!!! OMG! I'm dying.
ME (again): That's a felony. Is he in the slammer?
HER: Haha. He felt bad/was a little scared I think. He didn't get in trouble, (Director) talked to him about why he shouldn't touch them (although I HIGHLY doubt he'll ever even go near one again)
HER (again): Lights flashing. LOUD buzzer = maybe a little traumatizing for a 3 yr old!
ME: Did he then $h!t his pants again??? (Little Man has had issues with that part of the potty training and last time Miss Leigh babysat, she was on cleanup "duty")
HER: Haha - don't think so.
Terrific.
Have I mentioned the difference in raising boys and girls?
Oy.
1 comments:
Hopefully the Director is able to count LM's surprise fire drill as one of the mandatory ones. I've always thought that painting those gadgets red and putting them at "kid-eye-level", with a handle no less, was a BIG mistake. I would be SHOCKED if he EVER goes near one again. That sound is pretty scary. Although it is still red, at eye-level, and has a handle.....so who knows?
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