His Father's Son!

Newsflash: 5 year olds are often naughty!

I got a call (at work!) from Monkey's teacher.

Ms. A: I'm calling because we've had a rough day.
Me: Oh yeah?
Ms. A: Yeah, Monkey has a purple flip flop.
Me: Ummm, okay...

You see, the class has a beach theme and I have deducted that there are different colors for each warning you get for misbehaving. Purple is apparently the highest level of badness. Purple constitutes a...


dun-dun-duuunnnh...

CALL TO THE PARENTS!



I guess losing a recess wasn't enough. Which is actually pretty surprising to me. Monkey is no angel, believe me, but it usually only takes a warning or one just reprimanding for him to get back into line (if only temporarily). So, Ms. A proceeds to tell me that the whole class was having a bad day: talking during lights out, boys wrestling on the carpet, not listening...

Yep, sounds like a bunch of 6 year olds to me!

Maybe it was a full moon or something. Ms. A did want to point out that although a lot of the children were acting up, Monkey was the only student actually on PURPLE. Woops. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to her.

Umm. Thanks for calling? Sorry my son was acting his age?

Don't get me wrong, I don't expect Monkey to get away with bad behavior and he WAS forced to endure a LOOONNNG lecture about his behavior the second we got home. BUT, really? A call at work? Couldn't you have sent a note home? Or even left a message for me to call you-at my home number asking me to call? I wonder if this is a school-wide procedure or individual choice?

Anyway, Monkey's punishment (besides his lecture) was to write a letter of apology to Ms. A, because I am a mean mommy. This is (word-for-word) what the letter said:

Dear Ms. A,

I am so sorry for my bad behavior in class today. I will try harder to be a better student.

Sincerely,
Monkey

Keep in mind that he can't actually read or anything and he is still learning to write his letters correctly. This took him a. long. time. I think the point got through to him.

He hand delivered the letter in class and, accounted by a not-quite-6 year old), "she almost cried" and huggged him.

I hope I humiliated him juuust enough. Lord knows I was humiliated plenty at work!