When I picked the kids up from preschool last Friday I asked the usual questions. Among them is: “Did you have fun today?” Burke was his usual ‘yippie! School Rocks!’ self, but Maggie was quiet and just shook her head.
I tried to figure out what went on and asked, “Did you get into trouble, Maggie?” A nod yes. Oookay. “What happened? Did the teacher get upset with you?” She wouldn’t answer anything, but just looked at me – a very unhappy kid. I asked if she hurt someone. I got a nod at that. Oookay…”Did you hit someone?” nod. “Did you kick someone?” nod. “Did you bite someone?” nod. Clearly – she hadn’t really hurt anyone; and at around the second ‘did you’ I realized if she HAD hurt someone, the teacher would have mentioned something.
When I dropped the kids off at school today (Monday was a holiday), I asked, “Did Maggie get in trouble last week?” The teacher rolled her eyes and said “Well….” Apparently only 5 of the 15 kids helped pick up the toys on Friday … after having been asked 3 times and warned that they wouldn’t get a stamp on their hand if they didn’t help….and apparently 10 kids were *very* upset that they didn’t get that stamp. LOL If memory serves, Burke had a stamp on Friday! No wonder he is so protective of it – he won’t even let me hold that hand for fear of smudging it.
When I went to pick them up today, they’d all apparently done so well that they had a stamp on each hand AND a sticker! Nice. Go Mrs. Teacher! (As What a Card’s son calls her. heh)
My only complaint about those darn stamps is that now every stinkin’ sleeve (coats included) has BLUE smears on the cuff.
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The Zimmer Zoo 
OMG, how funny! “Did you embezzle public funds, Maggie? Did you leave the water on while you brushed your teeth?” What a precious drama princess!
It’s just so funny how kids react differently. My kids only have stamps about half the time, but are completely unconcerned with them. Just like at home, where they don’t really care if they get a time out for not cleaning up.
And you’re right about the ink. One day N-man had a ghost of the stamp on his chin! It looked like a blue goatee!
I like to write on my students cheeks with a big black Sharpie when they do a good job.
That’s okay right?
Isn’t it funny how early the theatrics start? Once, I picked Bee up from preschool and she was all solemn and tearful, but she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. All the way home, and all afternoon I tried to coax it out of her. Finally, at dinner, she confessed that she had farted at the snack table, and some kid announced it to the whole class.
I felt really bad for her, but it was pretty hard to not laugh.
I may have to use the stamp idea to get my sons to do their chores…