Today is Dylan’s third day at Logan’s school—the transfer back to our regular school came through over the holiday. His former teacher was sad to lose him. She had finally made some behavioral breakthroughs with him and was really starting to like the little guy. Well, why not keep things interesting? Let’s give him to a new teacher!
When I took him to class this morning, his teacher asked if I knew that he’d been moved away from the rest of the class the day before. (His second day, for those keeping score at home.) He’d told me he’d been punished, but that he had no idea why. Well, his teacher knew, and he stared at his sneakers as she filled me in.
“He walked into the classroom—Dylan, do you remember how we walk into a room?” Dylan nodded. “He was singing and was totally disruptive, so I asked him to go out and try again. He did the same thing again. The third time he walked in nicely, and then crashed through his classmates to land on his spot on the rug.”
“Oh, my God.” My son, Jerry Lewis.
“Luckily, I have a really good class this year, and they were all mortified. You could have heard a pin drop.”
“Dylan! That is not how you show respect and follow directions! You could have hurt someone.” At least none of the kids laughed. That only encourages it. The boy loves an audience, and once he gets one he just gets funnier and funnier, and I have to pretend it’s not funny at all. And then I run here to write it all down.
“I am very sorry about that and we will talk more about it this afternoon. I had a feeling he’d be testing you this week.”
“He told me that the other teacher was much better.”
Perfect. Way to ingratiate yourself.
“I know he misses her. Honestly, I think he just wanted to see what you’d do. And he may keep it up until he’s sure you won’t tolerate it. He’s trying to figure you out, so just keep on doing what you’re doing, and don’t give him an inch. Again, I’m very sorry. I know how frustrating it is.”
Little stinker. He had nooooo idea what he’d done wrong.
In other news, Logan is writing essays and in journals this year and I just love seeing them as they come home. He’ll kill me for reprinting it here but man, did it tickle me.
Rain is wet! I like the rain. It is nice and cod [sic]. It is also very, very, very, very, very, very wet. It is lovely. I like the sound of pitter pattering. Hey, did you know rain starts the food chain? It does! Really, it starts the food chain. Rain is fantastic! Now remember, rain is wet, but great!