So we got the kids report cards on Wednesday. Zoë’s is pretty inconsequential–she’s in pre-school. But we do get a pretty detailed report of where she is developmentally and what she could work on at home, etc.
Noah’s is much more detailed this year than in previous years; now that he is in Kindergarten and all. He is doing really well. He should spend more time at home writing with functional spelling than he does and he needs a little more practice with “working it out” with words. His teachers suggested he practice at home with his sister and as I read it aloud–he said “how do they know I’m mean to my sister and don’t always use my words?” Ah the power those teachers wield now. If only….
I put the report cards down after we went through all of it. Noah wanted to know exactly what he got checks in and check pluses etc. He had some disagreements with his teachers, but that’s to be expected from the kids who challenges everything. EVERYTHING.
Bill picked it up and said…”look at this–Absent 1, Tardy 3 times.” He said the “tardy 3 times” loudly as he look accusingly at me. ME. ME?
He’s pretty certain that I am the cause of the 3 tardy blemish on our son’s record. I disagreed on principal, but have to agree that he is probably right. What would you expect from the person who was late to school nearly everyday her senior year of high school. My license plate in high school was “ILLBL8.”
So, as I make my husband question the culprit in the tardy scandal, I freely admit my culpability here. But shhhhhhh.