Cut in Four
My son came home today, dumped his knapsack on the floor and sat quietly.
Something wasn’t right.
After a dinner where he ate little, I took his lunch box out of his bag and found it was 90% full. I asked him why he wasn’t eating today and he burst into tears. He said he “didn’t want to talk about it” which of course means ‘oh hell yes we are going to talk about it.’ I finally got it out of him that he was scolded by a teacher today and it made him feel sick. He said that after it happened, “his tummy hurt” and he couldn’t eat anything.
Eventually he said he felt brave enough to tell me exactly what had happened. He didn’t hurt anyone, or use inappropriate language, or act disrespectfully to person or property. He and a friend were fooling around, doing something silly, acting six years old.
He was spoken to by a teacher in the hallway who I’m sure forgot the minor incident moments after it happened.
I’m fine with it.
But tears over a tiny ham sandwich cut diagonally into four, an unpunctured juice box and a whole apple say otherwise.