On a roll
My 12 year old son still plays tag at recess in 7th grade. Another way that boys and girls are different I suppose. My oldest told me that by the middle of 6th grade, all the girls would stand and talk, while the boys would run around, and I seem to remember that from my own middle school days.
When I picked the kids up after school yesterday, my son informed me that he had done really poor work on a test, and in order to redo the test he had to get a HIP (like a homework detention.) I'm not happy about this, but you know, at least he's not just accepting the poor score on the test. Then he tells me that he was made to "sit down" at recess.
Apparently, there are a few school yard supervisors (Did anyone else call them yard dogs? Was that just my school?) who are pretty grumpy, and don't like it when the kids are engaging in risky behavior, which apparently includes playing tag these days.
My son, and all his friends were sent to sit on the pavement outside their next class in punishment for playing tag because "people might get knocked over."
This made me laugh so hard I snorted. I'm a great disciplinarian, yo.
I'm sure that my son and friends were being wild and disregarding the rights of their fellow students to remain standing, so the sit down punishment was probably warranted, but it just slayed me. And then, both my son and daughter launched into impressions of their least favorite yard dogs (and no, I don't call them that in front of the kids.) I don't know if the impressions were accurate, but holy cow my kids are funny.
This morning, when I dropped my kids at school, the before-school supervisor lady was standing there, head cocked to one side, eyes piercing through the windshield of the van like an eagle. "Oh hey," said my daughter. "There's Heart Attack. We call her that because she likes to silently sneak up on you and she's just suddenly THERE."
I kept it together until they were out of the car, and then I laughed all the way home.