My youngest son.
My little male chauvanist pig.
My little dark prince.
He got himself into some serious trouble with the powers that be, yesterday.
Oh yeah…I’m harboring a soon-to-be criminal.
A real rebel.
Without a cause.
His teacher. His “boss”.
She comes to my car while I was waiting in the fancy, schmancy carpool line.
“I just wanted to let you know…he wouldn’t help clean up.”
I raise my eyebrow…well…I TRIED to only raise one eyebrow but sadly…the only thing I can do is wiggle my ears. Somehow…that doesn’t impress…
I said, “Oh…” very matter-of-factly. Because…I knew where this was going. He lives with me…I KNOW this kid!!
“Actually…if truth be told…he NEVER helps clean up. He always claims a handicap. His leg. His hand.”
Me…I tried not to laugh because, like I said…HELLOOOO!!
“So, ” she continued “I told him that if he didn’t help to clean up, he wouldn’t be able to go outside to play with the rest of the kids.”
“Let me guess…he still didn’t help!”
“Well…he decided that he would help. After everything was cleaned up. So…I kept him in. He hates me right now. I just wanted to make you aware because…well…he IS NOT happy.”
Then…they brought him out to me.
He climbed into the car.
He buckled himself in.
Then…he collapsed. His little face…it started quivering. And tears started flowing…
“They wouldn’t let me play outside.” He sobbed.
“And why not?” I asked, trying not to let my maternal instinct kick in…and go beat up those who made my son cry…
“I didn’t help clean up. So…I hate them. They suck.” He said.
“Well, next time they ask you to clean up. And they threaten to not let you play outside…what are you going to do?” I asked him…wondering if a lesson had, by some miracle, been learned.
“I’ll help. But…I’ll only put ONE toy away. Because they have bad toys. Their toys are stupid, anyway!!”
And then he was done. He started telling me about all the kids that are stupid and bad and dumb and he hates. Because they only want to play stupid games with the stupid toys. And no one wants to play super heroes so they are all stupid.
The whole ride home…that’s what I heard about but…
When we FINALLY got home…
You know what he did?
He went upstairs to his room…
He noticed that it was still a mess from the morning destruction.
Without anyone telling him to.
So…apparently…a lesson was learned.
Well…at least for yesterday.
Who knows about today.
I’m hoping he didn’t get in trouble again today…
for dumping the toys that he thinks are stupid over the heads of the kids that he thinks are stupid…
my little dark, chauvinist rebel without a cause…
Stella-Mountain Momma says
This gave me a good chuckle and frightened me all at once!! I’m pretty sure I have a little girl that will resemble this in a few years….
the planet of janet says
they don’t improve with age, btw. my sons? are M.E.S.S.Y.
but they aren’t stupid 😉
Tara R. says
Icould only be so lucky that my dark prince would learn his lesson that easily. *sigh*
Hehe. Aren’t they mysterious? I have a little Barbie-loving rebel without a cause, so apparently they come in all shapes and sizes. I appreciated this today ’cause I had to call the preschool teacher after my precious girl came home sulky. It’s hard to watch your kids learning life’s little lessons, isn’t it?
dysfunctional mom says
I’m dying over him “claiming a handicap”…
Oh, you are so in for it girlfriend. LOL
so grateful to be Mormon says
and you made me giggle with … “I raise my eyebrow…well…I TRIED to only raise one eyebrow but sadly…the only thing I can do is wiggle my ears. Somehow…that doesn’t impress…”
i could teach cha! hehehe.
chow, kathleen 🙂
At least a lesson was learned even if only for a short while.
Must have been something in the air last week. The Queen decided to knock over a chair at the library, then wanted to read a book. I told her to pick up the chair and we would read the book. She refused. I finally had to take her to the chair and hold her wrists to get her hands around it and pick it up. (She clenched her fists in an effort to NOT pick up the chair.) I still didn’t read the book.
This gave me a good laugh. I was stopped this morning and told my little devil is a trouble maker and just does not listen. I wonder way they waited so long to talk to me. We have a bit of an issue with authority at home also. Anyway, two things stuck out for me first my son too claims handicap when asked to pick up his things. And also the reminder that your son learned that lesson that day. I need to remember that this is work that needs patients and if he does learn that lesson that day, he may not learn the same lesson the next time and that is ok. He will eventually get! I hope!
Maybe your son can teach my fifth graders the logic behind consequences! Half of them still don’t get it. 😉 Great story!