Thursday, October 16, 2003
Welp, Benny got in trouble for pushing at preschool. He had been getting a little rough with us while playing at home and in Sunday school he knocked into another kid several times... so this has been looming for a while. In fact, on Sunday after the pushing at church, we'd had a deep discussion with Benny on the subject and had laid down the law that instant and terrible retribution would follow any further incidents of pushing. He pushed me once, experienced the instantaneous terribleness, and that was it.
On Tuesday morning Mr. Steve called home and talked to Dan, saying that Benny had been pushing and had to be brought to the office twice for a serious discussions. He said his policy is not to talk to parents during pick-up time about stuff like this, so as not to expose the parents of the pushers (thank you), so Dan could fill me in when I got home. I had been spending the time blissfully in the fabric store. When I went to pick him up, Mr. Steve told me that Dan would tell me what had happened, but he just wanted to let us both know that he'd been very proud of Benny in the last hour of class. Mr. Steve will be known heretofore as Mr. SAINT Steve.
Okay, that got me EXTREMELY curious about what had transpired in the first two hours of class! :) I asked Benny what had happened at preschool and he said, "The teacher wants you to sit down, so you sit down!" Cryptic. So I called Dan while in the car coming home and Dan told me about The Pushing, and I was just ILL. I said to Benny, "You were pushing at preschool, Benny!" And he said, "Yes, I pushed everybody!" Quite unperturbed. I reminded him about the terrible consequences of pushing and he spent the rest of the trip home angsting about it, and let's just say it was a grim day. Grim, but I'm not going to let my child be That Kid. No way. Benny is too dear and sweet to get into a habit of throwing his (considerable) weight around. He's the biggest 3 year old around -- he must be gentle and kind to other children. So. We're in the midst of a little shake-up and we'll see how it turns out. Blah.
On Tuesday morning Mr. Steve called home and talked to Dan, saying that Benny had been pushing and had to be brought to the office twice for a serious discussions. He said his policy is not to talk to parents during pick-up time about stuff like this, so as not to expose the parents of the pushers (thank you), so Dan could fill me in when I got home. I had been spending the time blissfully in the fabric store. When I went to pick him up, Mr. Steve told me that Dan would tell me what had happened, but he just wanted to let us both know that he'd been very proud of Benny in the last hour of class. Mr. Steve will be known heretofore as Mr. SAINT Steve.
Okay, that got me EXTREMELY curious about what had transpired in the first two hours of class! :) I asked Benny what had happened at preschool and he said, "The teacher wants you to sit down, so you sit down!" Cryptic. So I called Dan while in the car coming home and Dan told me about The Pushing, and I was just ILL. I said to Benny, "You were pushing at preschool, Benny!" And he said, "Yes, I pushed everybody!" Quite unperturbed. I reminded him about the terrible consequences of pushing and he spent the rest of the trip home angsting about it, and let's just say it was a grim day. Grim, but I'm not going to let my child be That Kid. No way. Benny is too dear and sweet to get into a habit of throwing his (considerable) weight around. He's the biggest 3 year old around -- he must be gentle and kind to other children. So. We're in the midst of a little shake-up and we'll see how it turns out. Blah.
