Dinosaur Family Values
Yesterday the school psychologist called me to speak about Skinny Dino. This in and of itself was no surprise since we get a call from the teacher asking us if she can refer Skinny D to the school psychologist every year. But this time she wasn’t calling to ask if I had noticed that my son had trouble relating to other children and staying on topic in group discussions that don’t involve problems of animal anatomy. Nope, this year the boy got irritated in a math group and muttered to himself (in earshot of teacher, alas), “I wish I had a gun.” Uh, yeah. School Psychologist and I agreed that I would sternly admonish Skinny D not to joke about bearing arms against his fellow students in the future. Good thing he’s not older or he probably would have been suspended! I guess this would be a good time to stop threatening to bust a cap in the boy’s behind at home, too.
I exist to make other parents feel better about themselves.
In other news, I sustained a work-related injury Friday. I was at an official reception being ignored by my betters, so — having repaired to the buffet table in search of consolation — I bit into a piece of cheese (semi-hard cheddar, or something like it) and managed to lose a temporary crown. Worse, I bit the damn thing in half. Now I’m stuck with a tooth stump til Saturday after next. Shudder. Good thing the tooth has no nerve.
