Getting Better

Tuesday was a better day for my son at school. He admitted that he had a good day and even met a friend from his old school on the playground. Interesting thing... Four second grade boys, including my son, changed from one school to another because their families moved to new neighborhoods. All the boys were familiar with each other from kindergarten and first grade, not to mention the playground. So what did the new school do? They put each boy in a different second grade class. It's almost like they did that on purpose to keep them apart. But then I see that in my son's class there are two girls named Mikayla. There are no other Mikayla's in the other three second grade classes. That tells me that distribution of the children to each teacher was random.

We'll be learning more about my son's teacher tonight at Open House. But here's a funny story he told me... The teacher read "Walter the Farting Dog" to her class, then asked the kids to write a few sentences and draw a picture about the story. My son really dislikes dogs. I don't know why, but he just hates everything about them. So the last thing he wanted to do was write about a dog or, God forbid, actually draw a picture of one. He sat at his desk and tried to think of something else to write but couldn't. When the teacher came around to collect the papers, tears welled up in my son's eyes and he explained that he couldn't think of anything. The teacher told him he could just draw a picture of something from the book and give it to her later. He thought a long time and finally drew something that he likes better than dogs: Germs. The stink germs from Walter's farts. That's my boy, always thinking outside the box. Or, in this case, outside the dog.