Jacob, our youngest, has a habit of getting in trouble. At home, he can’t stop pestering the dog (who is now afraid of him), he picks on his brother endlessly, and he has a habit of jumping off everything. We keep telling him to stop before he gets hurt, but he never seems phased.
At school he cannot seem to sit still, keep his hands to himself, and has on occasion, been known to hit or kick his fellow students. We know he can control himself when he wants to, but seems interested only when it benefits him. The school believes its ADHD, Aimee’s beginning to think military school may help, and I think he’s either bored or needs a teacher who is a little tougher.
At school he cannot seem to sit still, keep his hands to himself, and has on occasion, been known to hit or kick his fellow students. We know he can control himself when he wants to, but seems interested only when it benefits him. The school believes its ADHD, Aimee’s beginning to think military school may help, and I think he’s either bored or needs a teacher who is a little tougher.
Jacob’s teacher has him on a plan where he is sent home daily with reports on his behavior and has sent to the Principal’s Office more times in the second grade than I did my entire secondary career! I’m not sure if that’s something to brag about, of if we should wait until he’s older, and only if he stays out of trouble.
His teacher seems talented enough, but I’ve come to believe she may be better suited teaching in some fictional town on the Hallmark Channel. But at this point, she’s had such a tough time with him that I’m convinced that she will either be named “most improved teacher” or quit. Hopefully this year will provide enough experience to help her be named “Teacher of the Year” at some point in the near future.
But, on the bright side, he has provided enough material for some real good stories. Just last week he came home with a warning. What was it for? Apparently, Jacob had been teaching his classmates how to spell the “A-word”. Which “A-word”? We thought we knew, but had to ask, just to make sure.
“Was it the three-letter word for ‘butt’?” Aimee asked.
“It means ‘butt’?” he replied. “I thought it meant ‘donkey’.”
“It does mean ‘donkey’, but it also means ‘butt'” she said.
At that, Jacob ran out to the back porch where his brother was playing and yelled. “Hey Noah! Mom says the ‘A-Word’ means ‘butt’!”
Noah replied, “The A-Word means ‘butt’? I thought it meant ‘donkey’!”
At that Jacob said, “Mom says it means both!” Then they laughed, and laughed, and laughed! Their mother turning red in embarrassment.
“Good job Mom!” was all I could say with a smile. “Aren’t they supposed to learn these things from their friends?” Nevertheless, we slept soundly that night knowing our mischievous one was a little wiser due to our incredible parenting skills!