At school, they get rave behavior reviews, 4 had a little mishap at the beginning of the year but since he has been great. Clearly, informing your classmates you aren't afraid to kick all their asses is frowned upon in Kindergarten. 3 has never been warned, had a yellow day or even a stern look. Last year he won a character award at school because he is so nice to the other kids, especially the ones with special needs. This absolutely makes me so proud. Clearly he would never win an award at home, well maybe the I made mom drink today award, but never an at-home behavior gold star.
3 came home and busted out into tears, a full on hyperventilating snot spraying drooling crying fit. I expect this from a teen girl who lost her first boyfriend, not my little jock of a son. After 45 minutes of piecing words between sobs I figured out he had a yellow day. I told him I was glad he made it to the third grade, I wasn't worried. But let's not go for the whole stoplight and get a red. Let's leave well enough alone.
I figured out what had happened. Apparently he was making a face, like the rest of the other boys in the class, and a girl laughed. Well another girl, his best friend, got into trouble and she wasn't the offender, he spoke up and said it was him and not her. The teacher asked if he deserved a yellow card and he said more than his best friend. I am so proud of my chivalrous little boy. His best friend did nothing wrong and he was willing to take a yellow day in her place. She got a yellow day too, which neither deserved because there are some real gems in that class and they get warnings all the time. Maybe the teacher was trying to make an example that the two good kids can get into trouble too, the other mom also one of my best friends is livid. I see her side, her kid is good. Not just at school, at her house, at my house and the girl isn't a tattler, that reigns high in my book. I don't think I am going to say anything to the teacher, she is a sweet lady, although my son thoroughly believes she will hate him forever. She may have had a plan or a bad day either way everyone is still alive and didn't hang themselves in the middle of the night. So we are good.
I do have to talk to the boy about this taking the blame for shit. Although it was a nice idea, what if one of his dillhole friends decides to rob a bank. I can think of so many ways that taking the fall for someone could end badly. Thank God for DNA evidence...or my kid would be screwed as an adult...