Everyday Ky comes home with a color that signifies how her behavior was that day. We really like blue, dislike yellow, and we hate red. You get the idea. So far we have been in school 9 days and we have had 7 blues, 1 green, and 1 yellow. Not too shabby, especially considering it was the start of school and she had all new teachers, friends, and a different school to deal with.
The day she was yellow she didn't want to get off the bus, and when she finally did she mumbled "I was naughty today." Sigh. This was the note I found in her backpack:
I asked her what happened and with tears streaming down her face she explained that a boy was making fun of her. She exclaimed "it's not nice to laugh at me! so I hit him!" I could almost hear both of our hearts break.
So we talked about making good choices and that she should have asked the boy to stop or told her teacher. We practiced with role playing and told her hitting was not acceptable. We hugged her and told her that she was special and that no one deserves to be laughed at.
That's what we did.
What I wanted to do was tell her to push him down harder next time or teach her how to give an atomic wedgie. I wanted to find the kid and have a delightful chat with his parents, but I won't. Sometimes doing the right thing just sucks.
