or a psychopath. Or a brilliant psychopath lawyer.
(is that redundant? --sorry my lawyer relatives and friends, couldn't resist--)
My middle son, age 5, is showing a great capacity for drawing very, very fine lines with ethics. He's also good at pushing and pushing and pushing right up until he finds where the line is.
Point No. 1:
Amazingly, he does nothing wrong. It's always his younger sister. Or some kid at school.
Point No. 2:
When he stole a magnet from school yesterday, he informed my spouse that "The guardian angel on my shoulder must have been looking away for a minute."
Point No. 3:
He informed me early in the school year that he could get into some trouble at school every day, but not a lot of trouble.
How is this possible, you ask?
His teacher does the green-yellow-orange-red system. You get in trouble, you lose your green popsicle stick and get a yellow, and so on.
But to get to yellow, you get three strikes.
So my son, Lord love him, has been getting two strikes, knowing that he can.
I informed his kindergarten teacher of this at parent-teacher conferences a month ago. She was, um, a bit surprised he figured that one out so fast. So she's been keeping a hawk's eye on him to nip him in the bud.
Yet, he managed to steal a magnet from school yesterday. My poor spouse got to lower the boom on him, because I was in grad school last night. When I got home, the boy was chastened (sort of).
We sent him to school with the magnet, a note, and the requirement that he apologize to his teacher and fess up to what he did.
I'm going to pick him up from aftercare in 20 minutes. I'm really hoping that he had a good day, but yet, still learned a lesson.
This parenting thing is HARD, y'all.
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