Rumble in Preschool

No time tonight for posting a long update, though I have much to say. In the coming days I’ll be discussing my inability to be fake, which is causing problems in la familia, an update on my brother, the results of Bizarre Bazaar (I will say that we won first place for best Booth display in our building, which makes us very happy), and life in general. However, I’m tired and I want to go to bed. 

Today when I picked up Arden, Windsor told me there had been an incident.  She said this as almost an after-thought - as she usually does when she doesn’t want to tell me bad stuff about Arden. Some background.  Arden has been socked a couple of times in the past month. One time the beating had been doled out via wooden block, which gave her a very ugly black eye.  Today one of the boys in her class decided he wanted what she was playing with, and shoved her down and took it from her.  Arden stood up and basically got in the boy’s face and pushed him back.  Next ensued chaos, much like a Peanuts’ cartoon where there is a huge dust cloud and hands, fists, legs and feet are the only thing you see coming out of it.  They ended up brawling on the floor while taking turns pummeling each other while they could.  Windsor had to physically break the two of them apart.  Both were sent to Mrs. Bryce’s office (the equivalent of the principal’s office in preschool land). 

I was dismayed to hear this, but a part of me was like “You go, girl!”  I can’t imagine Lily standing up to a boy and socking it to him, but I guess Arden had had enough of being pushed around at school.  I of course am in 100% agreement with the school that physical displays of emotion and frustration are not to be tolerated, but I had to giggle (internally!) that she was belly bumping a 2 1/2 year old boy in her class.  Tonight both Mike and I had stern discussions with her about what had happened and explained that it cannot happen again.  We went through all the politically correct ways to express frustration when you are in a disagreement. 

How a child can be so utterly sweet and loving one moment, then the next re-enacting a scene from “Roadhouse”, I will never understand. 

Posted April 03, 2007 in Daycare, Parenting • (0) CommentsPermalink

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