Tattoo and School
Thursday, March 19th, 2009
by Terry
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So, ya, well yesterday I received an email from Noah’s teacher. She was concerned about Noah being upset at school. It seems in computer class he was talking while some other children were taking a test. Something to know about Noah is that he has a hard time dealing with disappointment. When the teacher scolded him for talking he went over the deep end and began to cry. He was inconsolable for the rest of the day. At some point in the day he let her know that he was going to quit school and get a tattoo. I have no idea where he came up with that. Carrie and I sat him down and walked him through how to deal with his frustrations and anger. We also let him know that quitting school is not an option. Until he is 18 years old a tattoo is not an option either. Much like the cheese/lightbulb incident I had a hard time not laughing. This weekend is Ostara so I think as one of his Ostara gifts I will give him some sticker tattoos so that he can go back to school with at least the tattoo. Does that make me a bad Papa or just an accepting one?
Edit: I should note that the picture is not of Noah, it is of a child in France where tattooing your child is both a legal and accepted practice. Odd for sure.
He could have been hurt badly. I am certain he did learn his lesson… but I could hardly contain myself from laughing. Instead I fixed myself with a smirk and proceeded to lecture him on the dangers of electricity and climbing in his room. After he and I cleaned up the mess and I got him into bed I had to go out to the garage and laugh my buns off. I, little ole me, had the power to channel the mind of a 6 year old boy! I think we are going to get him an easybake oven for his birthday.
Yesterday, I sat with my 6-year-old son and watched our 44th president take the oath of office (both he and my wife took the day off to do so). I attempted to explain events that were happening and point out key figures of this wonderful process. He was so excited to realize that President Obama’s daughters will live in the White House with him. He exclaimed “she is only one year older than me. I want to live in the White House one day, but I want to be the President.” He also generously invited me to live there with him. We spent a few hours discussing everything that was happing this morning and the meanings behind it. It was wonderful. He is still chattering about what will happen when he is the President. His first order of Presidency will be to make the rule “all children can do what they want no matter what.” After he went back to playing, I realized that there are a whole new group of parents having this same conversations with their sons and daughters today. The Presidency has always been for Rich White Men. It is still for the rich, but those of more modest beginnings, color to their skins, and all genders now see that it is obtainable. What a wonderful day to realize that all children can do what they want no matter what, including being President of the United States of America…at least once they grow up.
Otherwise known as the LRI. A LRI as not an easy thing to obtain. Snapping pieces together you could pinch your skin between them. Choking on legos is a wide spread issue with the youngsters. Another lego related injury comes from stepping on one thus causing great pain and the use of many four letter words. There is one category that is so rare the DoLRIM (diganosis of lego related injuries manual) does not at this time even have an entry for. That is the snapping shot injury. A snapping shot injury occurs when a frustrated person forcibly snaps 2 lego pieces together in such a way that is causes one lego brick to shoot up into the air and nail the person right in the lip. That person can recieve a.) a bloody lip b.) a weeping bloody flesh wound just above the lip and between the nose. c.) cuts and abrasions upon the inside of the lip from pressure on the outside of the injury d.) great amounts of embarrassment from ones peers. Now some say this type of LRI does not exist. My wife however would disagree with you as she obtained such an injury this past Saturday. Its ok love it will be ok, no one ever reads this blog anyway.
