Wolverine Possesses My Child

Toothpicks in a boys hands = WOLVERINE

I’m happily shopping and my phone rings.  A familiar caller I.D flashes (school)  I answer with a big Sighhhh.   Often it means a child is exaggerating illness in order to come home.

Not this time.

This time I was standing in the middle of the bake aisle in Woolworth’s and listening to a calm, evenly  worded teacher begin to report an incident.

Poor teacher! She commenced with “There was an incident at recess”,  and very quickly followed with,”it’s ok though Mini Action Man (I think that’s his appropriate tag from here on!) isn’t hurt or sick”.

What had my child done?

Mini Action Man had ‘snuck’ the dispenser of toothpicks to school, placed them between his fingers and proceeded to attack one of the ‘school’ balls, resulting in a punctured ball and a child now unable to hide what he’d been up to.

I have 7 boys, most of the children we’ve fostered have also been boys.  That means I’ve seen all manners of adventures and mis-adventures but this child takes the prize.  Raising boys also means while seeing the serious ‘Mummy’ side of the issue I also had to internally high-five him for imagination, maybe I’ve just grown a thick skin.

Mini Action Man is now in serious trouble.  Obviously I need to instil consequences here at home, and he’s certainly not the apple of his teacher’s eye.  However, he’s FIVE he does have an awesome action-play imagination and he’s bored with school.  He’d rather be shooting hoops or up a tree, he’d even rather be playing educational games online than be trapped at a desk in class.  He’s NOT ADHD, he’s just 100% traditional boy/child.