Entry FeedPicking Son One up after school today, his wonderful teacher asked if she could have a moment of my time. I knew it was bad; it is always bad when she wants to talk to you!
We went down into his classroom, and she asked my son if he had told me what happened at school yesterday. I said he hadn't, so she did.
Apparently, five boys from his class were in the bathroom and one decided to wet some toilet paper and throw it at the ceiling. The other four boys, including Son One, joined in. Of course, the janitor has to clean it up, and it can stain the ceiling.
The boys all apologized to the janitor, wrote a letter explaining what they did wrong and how they would fix it, and then they had a detention during today's morning recess.
He is a great kid, and has a good head on his shoulders and a kind heart. I just can't seem to convince him to walk away when the trouble starts. He knows it is wrong. I can tell that he feels bad, but he just can't seem to stop himself when the fun is on.
Sort of reminds me of myself a little, and my Tuesday night out when I was leaving at 10:30 pm but was convinced by a friend to stay for just "one more beer." We closed the bar at 2 am, and it was more than one more.
When he got home from school today, his consequence was to clean our two toilets so that he understood how hard the janitor's job is cleaning up after 450 kids, and how giving him more work isn't fair.
Son One told me he would have felt better if I just beat him instead. Maybe next time.