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When my daughter was a first grader, they ate lunch at their desks. The boy in the desk next to her would tease her about her food (he had Lunchables every day, she had healthy food of her own sometimes eccentric choice) until she got so upset that she puked, got sent to the office, had her temperature taken, which was always a bit above normal at that point, and was sent home- which always amounted to being sent to her Grandmother's, since I don't drive and was always working outside at that time of day. I was called in to be properly chastized for whatever it was they thought I did to deserve the situation, which worked not terribly well for them when I pointed out that the teacher and principal could have taken control of the situation by moving her away from her pestiferous seat mate, giving consequences for the kind of "teasing" that leads to that level of upset, and making her lie quietly for an hour and then taking her temperature not rewarding my daughter by sending her to Grammie's house every time she threw up. Seriously, it's right up there with Monty Python's comfy chair or Bre'r Rabbit's briar patch"oh, no don't send me to Grandma's House!"
And my ancient old kid had a lightbulb moment yesterday when he had to gather up a bunch of barbed wire he'd dumped in the yard next to the pasture gate about three, four, five, six and seven years ago. I told him then it was going to be a problem, and guess what? It was a problem.
When my daughter was a first grader, they ate lunch at their desks. The boy in the desk next to her would tease her about her food (he had Lunchables every day, she had healthy food of her own sometimes eccentric choice) until she got so upset that she puked, got sent to the office, had her temperature taken, which was always a bit above normal at that point, and was sent home- which always amounted to being sent to her Grandmother's, since I don't drive and was always working outside at that time of day. I was called in to be properly chastized for whatever it was they thought I did to deserve the situation, which worked not terribly well for them when I pointed out that the teacher and principal could have taken control of the situation by moving her away from her pestiferous seat mate, giving consequences for the kind of "teasing" that leads to that level of upset, and making her lie quietly for an hour and then taking her temperature not rewarding my daughter by sending her to Grammie's house every time she threw up. Seriously, it's right up there with Monty Python's comfy chair or Bre'r Rabbit's briar patch"oh, no don't send me to Grandma's House!"
And my ancient old kid had a lightbulb moment yesterday when he had to gather up a bunch of barbed wire he'd dumped in the yard next to the pasture gate about three, four, five, six and seven years ago. I told him then it was going to be a problem, and guess what? It was a problem.
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