It’s too funny to hurt.
I just got a call from a 5th grade teacher at C’s school. At first I was confused, because C is only in 2nd grade. Then he explained to me that he had just had to give C a Bee Sting. Now, it’s not nearly as wicked as it sounds. It’s like a written warning, called something cute to make it less painful than “You’re bad and need to be punished!”
Apparently this teacher saw C and two other boys running through the pod (read: niche off the hallway) that his class is in. He stepped out of the room to tell them to stop running, and they ran into the bathroom. So he follows the boys in there, to find them all surrounding one urinal, hunched together. At this point my heart races a million miles an hour not wanting to hear what this teacher found them doing. To my relief, it was nothing like that. They had all raced to the urinal and were trying to push one another out of the way, so each could be the first to go to the bathroom. The teacher gave them a lecture on running in the halls and shoving in the bathroom. “Not only were they surrounded by porcelain and tile,” he tells me,”but they could have fallen and gotten all germy!” Like cracking your head open on a urinal isn’t as mortifying as getting “germy?!?”
It was incredibly hard to not start laughing after he said the part about them getting “germy!” So we hung up with my agreeing to have a conversation with C tonight about the importance of bathroom safety. How am I not going to laugh through this?!? It’s times like this that I really don’t think I have what it takes to be a good parent. Is it wrong for me to want to ask C who won?
And how in the world am I going to come up with an appropriate punishment for putting another kid in danger of getting germy?
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