Today, both my kids got their name on the board. Remember when that was a huge deal? I used to want to cry. I still kinda do.
I consider myself friends with their teacher so I try to get the inside scoop and then cross examine the defense on the drive home.
"Eldest....what happened today with (kid)?"
"Do I have to tell you?"
"Yes. But I'll make a deal with you. I promise there will be no discipline no matter what you tell me." (the teacher had already disciplined so I felt relatively safe saying that. Besides, she asked if I could figure out the truth because she knew someone was lying.)
"I punched (kid)."
"And what did (kid) do?"
"He punched me back." (see this would have been the point when he should have told my why he was justified in punching, but he didn't. He just gave the series of events. Truth serum couldn't have been better.)
"But, why did you punch him?"
"He poked me."
"With what? His finger? A stick?"
"So you said, 'hey!' and hauled off and punched him?"
"I didn't say anything, I just punched him."
And so went the third degree the rest of the car ride home. I feel like I got the truth (they were both in the wrong). I feel like I coached both kids on the more appropriate manner of dealing with the situation. I quizzed them all day.
"If such-and-such does (fill in the blank), what should you do?"
I think soon they will be rolling their eyes at me, but for now I'm just happy I can still weasel the truth out of them so I know what to coach on.
And I have nine more months of this. (I don't even want to talk about the remaining 12 years.)
I got this in the mail yesterday. It's pretty cute.
I got that book today! I can't wait to read it. And congrats on the editing massacre. (Now that just sounds weird...)
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