First week back to school had some rough spots, but all in all we got off to a good start.
Wednesday, however, Chance got off the bus with slouched shoulders and said it was the WORST DAY he's EVER had.
Nathan stole his nice pencil, and made him use his not so nice pencil. And the teacher basically just said deal with it. This was heartbreaking and I got to hear all about it. As soon as the story was over, little man pipes in, looking straight at Chance in the most appropriate moment he could have possibly chosen and says CRY BABY.
This sets off a severe reaction, clearly hurts Chance's feelings. Makes him get up from the couch and run to his room in tears, with the little toot chasing right behind chanting CRY BABY CRY BABY CRY BABY.
I'm sitting there, having to cover my mouth cause really it was just timed so right, and I'm still puzzled how Brooks knew to say it at the most appropriate time, and with the most appropriate dagger-in-the-side tone. I'm puzzled how he knew that phrase at all. Maybe Chance is getting a taste of his own medicine. Needless to say, I cleared that laugh off my face, told Brooks he hurt Chance's feelings and consoled the poor boy. I have a feeling this is just the beginning. I need a parenting book and fast.
