Reece came home from school in the midst of my "choking up," as Cammie calls it. He informed me that he had bad news. I asked him what it was and he said, "Ms. C (his teacher) took my Indian." I think he took a little plastic Indian from home this morning and she confiscated it. They aren't supposed to take toys to school. We also found out (from a note in his kinderkeeper) that he got in trouble at school for taking something from her desk. So we're trying to get to the bottom of that. He said he took a bracelet. His mommy said he brought home a vintage looking R2D2 yesterday, so we're wondering if he took that from her desk. His daddy asked him if he found it on the playground, and he said yes, but now we're wondering. He has never stolen anything before, and we've never really talked to him about what stealing is and how it makes people feel until today. I asked him how he would feel if someone took his Angry Birds or his Kindle Fire, and he said he would be sad and mad. So I think he gets it. I told him he will have to take Ms. C's things back to her and apologize, and he said, "Okay."
Poor little guy--he's had a rough week. He was sick and missed several days of school, had the beginnings of ear and sinus infections, had to go to the doctor and get antibiotics (he hates taking medicine!). The area around his mouth and under his nose is red and raw from him wiping his nose so much. He's been grouchy and naughty and just not himself all week, so he's been in trouble at home, also. It's been a long week. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday.
I'm going to take a nap.