Thursday, January 7, 2010

WWYD?

What would you do?

If your first grader came home from school and said "I know I'm here earlier than you thought I would be." So you glance at the clock and, indeed, she is standing in your house one minute after the last bell was supposed to be ringing. It usually takes this child a good 10 to 15 minutes to get home from school. In actuality the walk from the school is about 5 minutes away if she walks quickly.

(She said she heard the bell ring on the walk up from school but I don't think that was possible since she was in the house just one minute after the bell rang.)

"Do you want to know why I'm here early?" She asks. "I snuck out of my classroom. Don't worry I told one of my friends I was leaving."

Uh. What?

So, what would you do?


****UPDATE: I took Jillian in this morning before school to talk to her teacher about what had happened. It turns out there was a substitute yesterday. Which explains why she was able to do this without the school calling me.

Her reason for leaving early? She didn't like waiting. Lovely.

We had a talk about how waiting is one of the social skills that they work on in school and how it's just part of life. So even if we don't like it we have to do it. We also discussed her safety. In fact her teacher told her that if Jilli had done that while she was teaching she probably would have called the police.

Jillian apologized and said she wouldn't do that again. Needless to say Jillian was a very somber little girl when I left. I told her I loved her and her teacher said the same thing. Hopefully this will be a lesson learned early on in life and she won't ever do something like this again....even when she's older.

What? I can hope can't I?

Monday, January 4, 2010

Let's hope she doesn't fall for an Italian

And not because I have anything against Italians.

It's just that every time I fix pasta for dinner Jillian will walk in the kitchen and the conversation goes something like this.

J- "What are we having for dinner?"

Me - "Pasta"

J- "I don't like that."

Me - "I don't care."

J - Now whining "But Mooooooooom!"

Me - "I fix one dinner for everyone. You know that. You either eat it or you can go hungry. We've gone through this before. It's your choice."

Seriously.

Ever. single. time. I exaggerate not.

Then as we sit down to eat it's a struggle to get her to eat it at all. She usually fills up mostly on garlic toast and once she gets eating it she will usually finish off the small portion that I give her.

But seriously. If she falls for an Italian or someone who loves Italian food? She is in serious, serious trouble.

And so is he.