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Tuesday – A Fine First Day
Aug. 24th, 2010 02:34 pm.
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My father called last night to ask how my son’s first day of Kindergarten went. After my son’s forcible expulsion from daycare a year and a half ago and the behavior problems that took him almost a year to resolve afterward, my dad worries. Since the last year hasn’t been too bad and did so well with his last babysitter and her kids, I was less worried.
“Is he close by?” my father asked.
“Yes, but he’s stuffing his face with pizza.”
“Oh. Well. I guess I don’t have to talk to him…”
“No, hold on.” I held the receiver to my son’s ear. “Tell your grandpa how your first day of school went.”
( Stalking the Gingerbread Man )
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My father called last night to ask how my son’s first day of Kindergarten went. After my son’s forcible expulsion from daycare a year and a half ago and the behavior problems that took him almost a year to resolve afterward, my dad worries. Since the last year hasn’t been too bad and did so well with his last babysitter and her kids, I was less worried.
“Is he close by?” my father asked.
“Yes, but he’s stuffing his face with pizza.”
“Oh. Well. I guess I don’t have to talk to him…”
“No, hold on.” I held the receiver to my son’s ear. “Tell your grandpa how your first day of school went.”
( Stalking the Gingerbread Man )
