So I met the new elementary school principal yesterday. And it wasn't in the way I wanted to meet him either.
I received a phone call around 2:30 in the afternoon explaining that Heathen #2 was sitting in his office and had been sent there for yelling at the teacher when he became frustrated with something in the classroom.
All I could think of was my father sitting and laughing hysterically and telling me that deserved it. I did the same thing when I was in school, only I was in fifth grade when it happened, not first.
So I drove over to the school and found Heathen #2 sitting in the principal's office looking very small and very scared. And when I walked in with the "you are SO in trouble" look on my face, his little eyes got very round and teary.
We had a nice little chat with the principal, and then with the classroom teacher also. And they came to the conclusion at the end of the discussion that I matched exactly what I had told them when I walked in. Heathen #2 is a control freak and wants to be in charge all the time. He also has quite a temper that he has to learn to control. Then they both agreed that I really did know my child. Gee, you'd think I actually have lived with the child for the past 6 years, 5 months, and 27 days...
