Don't you Dare Laugh!

To say my three kids march to a slightly different drummer would be putting things mildly. They're all nuts; doing their own thing, not really caring what other people think. You know the sort.

A few days ago we had our first "conference" with the Little Guy's first grade teacher. He's loving school but seems to lose at least one recess/playtime a day. He claims they're all because of accidents. Not the wet-pant type accident, but him not really meaning to do whatever he did. Yeah right. And the teacher's not fooled either.

Apparently LG and a little friend both had to stay back a few minutes, to finish whatever task they hadn't completed because of excessive high jinks. The friend diligently finished his work while LG attempted to debate his way out of the situation. Needless to say, friend got to go outside having completed his assignment, while LG wasn't even near the closing argument. The teacher then pointed out how much time he'd wasted and made it clear that no further discussion would be taking place. LG thereupon started whimpering for me, telling the teacher he missed me.

Oh pur-leeze. Don't be fooled. Oh yes, his big blue eyes well up and the tears really do roll down his face. Heck, he even wipes his eyes theatrically and gets a snotty nose, but the teacher (forewarned by moi) was having none of it.

Teacher - "Now you're wasting even more time by crying instead of doing your work"

LG - (arms stretched out to each side, palms up). "Hey. I can stop. Any time."

Apparently the teacher had to walk away because she was laughing so much!

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