The teacher, actually the teachers aide, was concerned about some sentences Jake had written for spelling. That's why I had to talk to her. She didn't seem too concerned, but did turn it over to the school counselor. I guess I'll hear from him if he's concerned.
I guess if you didn't take into account that Jake is a boy, and that he's a pretty nice kid with an active imagination - then you would be concerned.
He gets his imagination from me. That's why I was so afraid yesterday, I had all these horrible scenarios in my head that I would have a child taken from me. But after talking it over with Gary, friends and online friends, I have been reassured that he's totally normal and I'm not a bad parent.
It's normal for boys to write about nucelur bombs (his spelling) and brothers falling into vats of lava, right?
I guess I have to start making him write about unicorns and rainbows...tra-la-la.
Oh, and get this, right after Jake hands me his spelling notebook with all these pages marked - the class tattletale informs me that Jake knocked a ball out of her hands during a game at recess! Gasp! And he *almost* scratched her! What was I supposed to say??? I told Jake that he should not play so rough with the girls. <rolls eyes> That was the best I could come up with. I was speechless because this little girl was just waiting to pounce on me with this little tidbit - and I was upset about the whole spelling thing. I wanted to tell her to buzz off, but I just couldn't. And I just couldn't apologize, I wasn't in that charitable of a mood.
Hmmmm. Reading all this over, I need to pray some more. My attitude stinks! I have a hard time letting things roll off me when it concerns my bubbas. Oh, I guess the cramps don't help either. TMI!! LOL!