AB’s first Back to School Night was the evening. My expectations were way to high. Then I got there and was very underwhelmed. There was an activity and ice cream.
My suspicions were confirmed however, that my kid is the tattletale of the group. She holds a grudge and hates when others don’t follow the rules. Her teacher told me that she is always the first to let her know when someone is doing something they shouldn’t be doing, but apparently this is a good thing because she is using her words. Mmmhmm. She still talks about how my dad ate the last of her ice cream at a rest stop on our drive out here two months ago! Out of the blue she will look at me and say in a very hurt voice, “Grandpa ate my ice cream.”
The new refrain is the result of a bossy girl at the bookstore on Saturday who took Annabelle’s seat toward the end of storytime. AB’s behind was still half on the chair when the other little one decided that she was going to help AB along by gently pushing her out of it. When confronted by other kids, AB tends to freeze up and stare at the other kid like they have sprouted a second head. We were getting ready to leave anyway, so I didn’t make a big deal of it. Yet, the incident has stuck with her. Since then she has mentioned it to me about a dozen times. Tonight, before she fell asleep she told me, “The girl took my chair.”
Now when she first started talking about it Saturday afternoon, I had a total parenting moment where I explained that it wasn’t very nice of the girl to take Annabelle’s chair and that next time she should say, “Please don’t take my chair.” It’s all about the manners, folks. You gotta start young. So now when she tells me about the girl taking her chair half the time she adds, “And I say, ‘Please don’t take my chair.”
Now if only I can get her to stop picking her nose and eating it…
