Yesterday, Lily came home very upset.  She’s never gotten a “bad” grade before.  They don’t even really HAVE grades at this point - just four levels.  Basically, great job, satisfactory, needs work, or you REALLY missed the point.  Lily had trouble with an assignment and ended up getting the “worst” grade possible.  She put the paper in her cubbie.  One of her classmates was messing around in her cubbie later - no idea why - and saw her grade.  Apparently he told the entire class that Lily got a bad grade.  She was humiliated and upset and being the sensitive child she is, cried.  Then she tattled (still haven’t gotten this bad habit fixed). 

Everytime someone is mean to the kids I always feel the dread come over me.  I remember the days of being picked on, and the glorious high that comes with picking on others.  The meanness seems to start at an earlier age these days. 

Today, Lily came home smiling. She was carrying a bright orange Easter egg filled with candy, a cute eraser, and a handwritten note:

I love that he apologized.  Who knows if his mother or their teacher put him up to it, but it’s completely adorable.  The best part?  Lily looked me in the eye and said, “I like the candy, but the note is the best part.”