Or so it seems. This despite the fact that my son run’s to me every evening, smiling his cheeky smile, shouting “Daaaaaaaaaaaddy!” in a way that melts my work-weary heart. After we’ve greeted with a big hug, I’ll ask him if he was a good boy and he’ll say “yes” with a nod. However, there are the times he’ll say yes, but with his eyes diverted while trying to change the subject. It’s those days that I dread. He hasn’t developed his poker face yet and in an instant he has shown all his cards. I go to the teacher to inquire about my boy. “He had such a bad day today,” The teacher may say. “I’ve never seen him like that.” I nod and look somber even though I’m not in the mood.

Following our brief conversation I plan a way to address the situation. If he was already disciplined in school I try not to pile on a new punishment and we talk about it. It’s not really fair to be punshed twice for the same crime. (Of course this will not be an issue as he gets older, but with a three-year-old you have to be reasonable.) If he was not, I remind him of what he did and I punish him for it. If it was a particularly egregious act I don’t care what was already done. I devise a punishment that fits the crime.

How I discipline isn’t what this post is about. My point is, why is it that no matter what the other kids did that day, your (my) kid was the worst of them all? He’s in school with a mean bunch of evildoers and I would hate to believe he’s the worst. Once as I was walking into the classroom I watched my son get busted upside the head with a toy.  Not a single teacher witnessed the incident, which is fine because they were busy managing the other kids – doing their difficult jobs.  Honestly I don’t expect the teachers to see everything, kids are fast and smart, plus it was kind of funny him getting a plastic meat patty upside the noggi