So I had to have a parent’s conference with the teachers… apparently the little viking has his own ideas about sitting still for several hours a day. So much so he tends to literally escape from the classroom. And he’s learnt all the ways he can get out of being in class:
- Needs a drink of water
- Needs the toilet
- If there’s a fire (he actually listed this one to me when I said he should try to follow the rules and stay at his desk. His response was to say, “okay, but not if…”
- Breaktime
- To eat
And apparently they unwisely also sat him next to the emergency escape door, which he somehow managed to convince them needs to stay ajar so he can have “fresh air”.
Aside the general statements that they all recognised he is far from stupid and that they understand he needs to move around and is not really a kid that is built for staying at a desk all morning, they nevertheless stated they really need him to not try to escape not only his class, but the entire school, as his teacher caught him on the steps to the gate that leads to the main road.
When I returned home this was the conversation:
Me: Son, what the hell are you doing trying to run out of school into the main road?
YV: I didn’t.
Me: Your teacher told me you were trying to run out if the main gate.
YV: (indignant) That’s not true!
Me: She said she caught you on the steps going to the main gate.
YV: Yes.
Me: (stares at him meaningfully)
YV: I wan’t trying to leave the school! I was chasing a lizard and trying to catch it!
I always related to Calvin and Hobbes. But I didn’t expect I’d actually have Calvin as my son.
That said… the DNA made it sort of inevitable.
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