Last Wednesday

Well, last Wednesday our phone rings and the caller ID says Cherry Creek #5. That's Connor's school, whenever this happens it is always one of those heart skips a beat things. Did Connor get hurt, is he sick, in trouble, forget something? He's sometimes forgotten library books or left his lunch etc. This time I answered and it was the school social worker. (Not good) Basically, on Tuesday Connor had written the message to the left on the bathroom wall. A kid from another class came and told his teacher about it on Wednesday. When confronted Connor claimed that he didn't write it and that there are a lot of Connors and Parkers at the school. When told he had to go to the principals office he "refused" (his words). Once he finally arrived the principal and vice principal were doing classroom observation so he ended up in the school social workers office. At this point he began to cooperate, I think out of fear, and explained the whole story to her and helped her dial our phone number so she could call and explain what had happened to me. He then had to go and try to erase the note off the wall, which didn't work, and then had to write a apology to Mr. Tony the school maintenance man who would have to repaint the bathroom wall where Connor had written his note. He was then sent back to class for the remainder of the day (15 minutes) where he was probably living in fear of when his parents came to pick him up. I got off the phone and explained what had happened to Son, she never does really good with news that our kids have gotten in trouble, I think it makes her feel like a failure mom. She was obviously upset and we talked about what his punishment should be and that I wouldn't talk about it with him until we got home so it could be a 3 way conversation. When I got to school Connor played like nothing had happened, but when we got home and started the conversation he started bawling immediately. I mean graffiti the bathroom, get caught, clean it up, write a letter to the janitor, get a phone call home, heck of an emotional roller coaster for a 1st grader. Funniest part of the whole deal was later that night when we were talking about it, Son says I can't believe he had to go to the principal's office. And she asks me if I ever had to go to the principal's office. Uh, yeah. I asked if she had, and she has never been to the principal's office in all her years of school. I explained to her how these things happen, they will happen again, and she is not a failure mom because her kids (Dylan's trip to the preschool principal's office is a whole nother story) go to the principal's office. In Connor's defense he was sick, and tired, and was being held inside during recess for something he didn't do when this whole thing happened. He's been an angel at school ever since, (I think he wants his wii privileges back). At some point though I am going to have to have a conversation with him about, when you write on public property don't sign your name. :)