Tuesday – Dissecting The Frog
Dec. 14th, 2010 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Sweet Pea was sent to the cooling off room for 45 minutes last Friday for trying to dissect a frog. Well, sort of. The frog was actually a child pretending to be a frog, who hopped up to Sweet Pea in their kindergarten class and licked Sweet Pea on the ear. Sweet Pea was holding a pair of scissors at the time, and when this happened he threw them at the frog that was assaulting him
Now, a person with good impulse control might think, “Hmmm. That was uncalled for and unpleasant, but I am not actually hurt. Therefore, while I may voice my irritation at being licked in the ear, it would not be appropriate for me to do this person physical harm.”
A person with moderate impulse control might think, “Yuck! I’m offended, but not mortally wounded. I will put down this cutting implement and punch him, instead.”
Sweet Pea has poor-to-non-existent impulse control, and I guarantee that all he could think was, “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR!!!!” Which did not bode well for the frog. Filled with rage at the assault of wet tongue on his ear, Sweet Pea threw the scissors that were hand. Since this was in Kindergarten, the scissors were the blunt tipped kind made out of plastic, and “the frog” survived intact.
One the scissors were throw and the general freaking out began, the teacher walkie-talkied the PASS team to come and remove Sweet Pea from the room. It took 45 minutes for him to calm down again and return to class.
I have met the ladies on the Positive Attitudes in School Settings team, and they do not dress like Ninjas. In my mind, though, when I picture them racing to the room and surrounding my child to isolate him from his pears until he is safe to be around again, I see them dressed as Ninjas wielding teddy bears instead of swords. The music I associate with them is the theme music to Mission Impossible. They swoop into the Kindergarten class, they gather up my son, and they carry him off to the PASS room where they talk amongst themselves until he calms down. Then they let him play with toy dinosaurs for a bit before walking him back to class.
"It had to be Jack or Christian," I told my husband when he briefed me on the day’s events. These are the other two kids in the class who are somewhat left of typical.
"Christian maybe, but not Jack," Jeff said. "I haven’t even met Jack, but I know enough about him to know that licking someone else in the ear is not his style."
I decided to ask Sweet Pea directly. "Did someone lick you in the ear today?"
"Yes," he said, "Christian, and that wasn’t very nice of him."
"So what did you do?"
"I threw my scissors right at his tummy that’s all bye,” he said matter-of-factly while patting his hands against his belly to show where he had thrown the scissors. Then he turned to walk out of the room, because he doesn’t like talking about getting in trouble.
"Hey," I called after him following him out of the kitchen, "Let’s talk for a second. Christian has problems remembering what not to do sometimes, just like you do. Don’t throw things at him, okay? Especially not scissors or pencils.” I was trying vey hard not to laugh, and feeling bad about how hard it was. Throwing something at a person who has just licked you in the ear is about as justified an action as I can think of, but I couldn't exactly say that.
He agreed not to throw scissors anything, but I’m not sure he’ll remember this if he gets licked in the ear again. I tried to imagine how I would react if a coworker walked up to me and licked me in the ear. Beyond saying, "AAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRR!" I can't say what I’d do, especially if I happened to already be holding a pair of scissors in my hands. I doubt it would be pretty.
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Sweet Pea was sent to the cooling off room for 45 minutes last Friday for trying to dissect a frog. Well, sort of. The frog was actually a child pretending to be a frog, who hopped up to Sweet Pea in their kindergarten class and licked Sweet Pea on the ear. Sweet Pea was holding a pair of scissors at the time, and when this happened he threw them at the frog that was assaulting him
Now, a person with good impulse control might think, “Hmmm. That was uncalled for and unpleasant, but I am not actually hurt. Therefore, while I may voice my irritation at being licked in the ear, it would not be appropriate for me to do this person physical harm.”
A person with moderate impulse control might think, “Yuck! I’m offended, but not mortally wounded. I will put down this cutting implement and punch him, instead.”
Sweet Pea has poor-to-non-existent impulse control, and I guarantee that all he could think was, “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR!!!!” Which did not bode well for the frog. Filled with rage at the assault of wet tongue on his ear, Sweet Pea threw the scissors that were hand. Since this was in Kindergarten, the scissors were the blunt tipped kind made out of plastic, and “the frog” survived intact.
One the scissors were throw and the general freaking out began, the teacher walkie-talkied the PASS team to come and remove Sweet Pea from the room. It took 45 minutes for him to calm down again and return to class.
I have met the ladies on the Positive Attitudes in School Settings team, and they do not dress like Ninjas. In my mind, though, when I picture them racing to the room and surrounding my child to isolate him from his pears until he is safe to be around again, I see them dressed as Ninjas wielding teddy bears instead of swords. The music I associate with them is the theme music to Mission Impossible. They swoop into the Kindergarten class, they gather up my son, and they carry him off to the PASS room where they talk amongst themselves until he calms down. Then they let him play with toy dinosaurs for a bit before walking him back to class.
"It had to be Jack or Christian," I told my husband when he briefed me on the day’s events. These are the other two kids in the class who are somewhat left of typical.
"Christian maybe, but not Jack," Jeff said. "I haven’t even met Jack, but I know enough about him to know that licking someone else in the ear is not his style."
I decided to ask Sweet Pea directly. "Did someone lick you in the ear today?"
"Yes," he said, "Christian, and that wasn’t very nice of him."
"So what did you do?"
"I threw my scissors right at his tummy that’s all bye,” he said matter-of-factly while patting his hands against his belly to show where he had thrown the scissors. Then he turned to walk out of the room, because he doesn’t like talking about getting in trouble.
"Hey," I called after him following him out of the kitchen, "Let’s talk for a second. Christian has problems remembering what not to do sometimes, just like you do. Don’t throw things at him, okay? Especially not scissors or pencils.” I was trying vey hard not to laugh, and feeling bad about how hard it was. Throwing something at a person who has just licked you in the ear is about as justified an action as I can think of, but I couldn't exactly say that.
He agreed not to throw scissors anything, but I’m not sure he’ll remember this if he gets licked in the ear again. I tried to imagine how I would react if a coworker walked up to me and licked me in the ear. Beyond saying, "AAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRR!" I can't say what I’d do, especially if I happened to already be holding a pair of scissors in my hands. I doubt it would be pretty.
