Ok, not really. Â He only got suspended. Â Yeah, only. Â The dreadful day was last Thursday, when I got the call that our 3-year-old, Wonder Boy (as in I wonder if he’ll be the death of me), was in the daycare director’s office and needed to be picked up. Â When I arrived, I was told he could not return to school on Friday, having been suspended. Â (Well, truth be told, they handed me a letter that said this, rather than just telling me. Â Something about seeing “suspended” in writing makes it worse, I guess). We also got the warning that if “something like this” happens again, he’ll be asked to leave permanently. Â Yikes!
So what must a 3-year-old do to get suspended from daycare? Ooh, ooh, I know this one! Go ballistic on his classmates for starters. Â Turns out, Thursday was a bad anger-management day for Wonder Boy. Â He scratched one kid on the neck … I suppose he went for the jugular; he punched another kid full on in the mouth; and finally (as if the first two weren’t enough), he swung a kid around by the shirt collar while the kid cried for his mommy. From what I could gather, two of the three resulted in blood flow.
After I picked him up, completely aghast as to what to do next, I posted on Twitter and Facebook because, you know, misery loves company. Â Well, of course, I got some supportive tweets from my peeps but one in particular stood out. Â You can always count on @bpmore for a laugh (and WordPress help, but that’s a whole other story). Â In the midst of the “I’m sorry”s and “Poor girl”s and even “Been there, done that”s from tweeps, @bpmore said:
So there you go, man; this t-shirt’s for you.
Now, lest anyone think I’m not taking this seriously, I can promise you I am. Â It’s just, there comes a point where if you don’t laugh about something, you’ll cry. Â Yeah, I’m there. Â We have hit a roadblock. Â Wonder Boy went back to school on Monday, and I’ve spent the last two days dreading the call that will necessitate me actually buying the t-shirt. Â When I picked him up yesterday, despite his announcement “I be good!”, I learned that he had twisted a child’s ear until it turned red. (He told dad that he twisted it until it was “inferno.” Now before anyone like Mema or Pepa miss the point and think he must be a genius for knowing that word, it’s a Pokemon. Â He’s no genius.) Â Unfortunately, the teacher who was present during the ear-twisting incident was already gone for the day, so I was unable to discern whether he thought he was playing or actually looked angry while twisting away. Â I’m not sure it matters one bit; I’m just grasping at straws here people. Â Apparently, the ear-twisting didn’t constitute “something like this,” so I haven’t ordered the t-shirt yet.
What should we do? Â Obviously, I can’t blame the daycare if they ultimately give him the boot. Â If my kid were one of the ones he terrorizes, I might even demand it. Â But what do we do? Â Is this just a stage? Do we seek therapy? I’m being serious here (really). Despite Wonder Boy being our third child, this is a first for us. Â The Girl was the “bitee” at daycare. Â Boy Genius, though he’s a rough player at home, is an angel and rocket scientist at school. Â We’ve had some recommendations for Karate, specifically Taekwondo, so I’ll be looking into that. We need a plan of action; I have enough t-shirts.