Sammy doesn't like change. We knew we'd need to prep him for first grade.
We told him he'd have a new teacher. (It took a few weeks, but he came to grips with it.)
We told him he'd be in a new class room. (He adjusted.)
We neglected to tell him he'd have all new classmates.
He was NOT happy.
Obviously.
He cheered up a little once we got to school, though. ("If I have to hug my brother, I'll squeeze him super tight just 'cause I'm a punk!")
He likes his new teacher and class though and has only been sent to the principle for fighting once.
(!$%&@#!)
(Some people's children! SERIOUSLY!!!)
(Yes, I did give him a lengthy lecture and told him to direct his helpfulness towards the VICTIM next time!!!)
(Yes, I did bang my head against the wall wailing "WHY?" and wondering where I went wrong as a mother.)
(So far both of our school age sons have been sent to the principle for fighting. Max twice last year.)
(Yes, I did decide it must be all Doug's fault.)
I'm placing all my hopes and dreams on Gabe being my angel child. (No pressure Gabey!)
So far so good.
But cross your fingers for me just in case.
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It's just a matter of time before we get called into the principal's office. Kody is in the middle of the kissing tag wars and every day he tells me of a new weapon he is developing to keep the girls away.
You can move to Switzerland and get praised for fighting. Moms encourage it on the playground and actually yell at other moms for interfering. Makes 'em tough, they say.
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