Behavior Ticket Update

Josh suddenly got his memory back about who he bit during recess.  It was Gwen, our neighbor.  The neighbor girl who kept punching Josh and her brother when they were downstairs playing the wii.  The girl who was slamming doors and screaming at the top of her voice, just because.  The same girl that let Josh borrow her sharp knife so that he could cut the weeds.  Hmm.  Now did he really forget?  Yeah, I doubt it.  Did she deserve it?  Yep, definitely.

Spring Break

When did kids start getting a whole week off for Spring Break?  Even with my awful memory, I swear we never got more than 3 days.  But that's beside the point.  Josh's Spring Break started off great.  I let him have cereal for breakfast and he watched cartoons until 10am.  Life was good.  Then he started playing with his friends.  Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he has friends, I'm just not a big fan of the ones that live next door. For starters, they like to play on their driveway which is on the other side of their house.  Which means that I can't see what Josh is doing or exactly where he is.  One day I went out to find him holding some kind of sharp knife with which he was cutting and eating weeds with.  Nice.  Another day they were playing with one of the kids Violins.  If Josh had a Violin, I would have grounded him forever if he had taken it outside to play with as a toy.  Another time, the two neighbor kids were climbing over the barb wire fence into the field behind our houses and trying to convince Josh to join them. I've also seen them playing dodge ball on someones flat trailer where the 8 yr old boy would stand less than 7ft away and chuck a hard ball at them.  Brilliant. 

Mud Hole

Josh and Bode were looking for something to do.  They wouldn't agree on anything and I threatened that if they didn't decided by the time I counted to five, I would decide for them.  Unfortunately they liked that idea. As I was racking my brain for an idea, my eyes landed on our front yard.  Perfect!  I told them they had to dig a hole.  I chatted with Bode's mom as the boys got to work.  Slowly, other mom's from the neighborhood brought their kids over to dig too and we all sat around chatting.  After a while, Josh started filling the hole with mud.  I made sure the other mom's knew but I was completely fine with it.  It seemed as though they were too.  We continued our chat.  I glanced over every 2-3 minutes just to check and the boys were having a great time.  By now, there were a total of 7 boys.  After about an hour, I noticed that one boy has his pants and diaper down around his knees.  Someone quickly grabbed him and took him home.  The next time I looked over, another boy was pulling his pants down.  I told his mom and she yelled over to tell him to stop.  Unfortunately, he decided  not to listen.  When I looked over again, he was 'contributing' some liquid to their mud hole.  I yelled and made all the kids stand up and move away from the mud hole.  Two of the moms, took their kids and had them go play in their own yard.  The peeing boy stayed.  We let them make another mud hole in Bode's yard but it didn't last very long.  We decided it was time they cleaned up.  As Bode's mom was spraying them down with the hose, Bode suddenly started yelling.  At first we couldn't figure out what he was saying, we only knew that he did NOT want to be cleaned.  After a few minutes we were able to understand what he was trying to tell us.  "But I'm a mud ninja! I don't want to be a fool, I want to be a mud ninja!"  We never did quite figure out how the 'fool' part fit in, but needless to say, he was stripped of his costume...literally.  Poor guy. 

Josh-ism

Josh: I'm going to take my sweater off  'cause I'm all steamed out.
Me: Because you're hot?
Josh: Yeah, I'm steaming.

Another Behavior Ticket?!

Yes, I'm a terrible mom.  What did I do to my child during his early years that would lead him to receive another behavior ticket? Maybe it was his uncles. You know, the ones that teased him mercilessly. Or maybe it was because he was raised with dogs.  Or maybe it was because we feed him spinach leaves.  I don't know.  Whatever the reason, I am now being punished for it.  Yes, my 6 year old bit another kid.  No, he never had problems in nursery or playing with his pre-school friends.  But for some reason...  Now, what am I to do?  I did what any good mother would do.  I cried.  Here's his side of the story.

"I was playing on the playground and someone wouldn't let go of the back of my shirt and I bit them."
"Where?"

He points to his pointer finger.

"Why?"
No response.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know."
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know."
Nice one Josh.