You go Daddy Bear

Last year my son had a small class. Maybe ten kids. I loved it. I could always see his smiling face the first moment I walked in the door. I could turn back and see him when I left. I knew he was getting at least some one on one attention each day. This year, though, this year his class is full. In our state if they have two teachers, there can be 20 kids. And that is how many there are. I knew last week would be crazy as it was the first week and there were tons of kids crying as the parents left, my big brave guy just running off and playing.

The first day when I picked him up, my heart dropped as I could not see him. Looked at every kid....still couldn't see him. The teacher told me he was hiding (although what he was ACTUALLY doing was picking up a mess of the floor.....thanks for paying attention teach).

The second day both my husband and I went to pick him up. The teacher my son is used to wasn't there, there was a substitute that looked like a deer in the headlights fill in mom. Before the other regular teacher let us in, she mentioned that we voted to bring snacks, and some kids didn't have them. She said they were able to feed them today, but wouldn't be able to next week. She kept looking at me. Like looking at me to the point I wanted to turn around and say "dang, what did you do?" to the person behind me. I brought my son's snack, so I didn't think anything of it. Until we got in the room and noticed his snacks were still all in his lunchbox. They didn't even bother to look. Apparently Ms. whatshername thought it was ME that forgot my son's snack. Sorry lady, not this momma.

Also, my son wanted to take his apple stamp picture home. We were the first one at the table. No pictures were taken yet, and none had my son's name on them. The teacher said "I am pretty sure he made one". Pretty sure? Were you sure my son didn't walk out of your classroom and get hit by a bus? Okay, so maybe that is a little drama-queen. But we couldn't find it anywhere. My son got upset, rightfully so. He was lost in the shuffle. First he thought mommy didn't pack him a snack, and then his picture that he wanted to hang on the refrigerator disappeared.

As mad as I was, I was surprised at the near-PMS extreme anger in my husband. He walked right up to the teacher, asked her if Little Man was the one who forgot his snack. She goes Little San Little San (getting his name wrong, get it....aren't I clever?) My husband repeated his name more forcefully. She responded, "Oh no, we had to give him crackers." My husband held up the lunchbox and goes "why? His snack was RIGHT HERE WITH HIS BACKPACK!!!" He then looked at her and said "Do you have too many kids in your class?" In front of ALL the other parents.YOU GO BOY!!!

I actually had to laugh at him on the way home. He was creating all these catty mean-girl ways plans of how he was going to let this teacher know how angry he was. I calmly suggested that I would talk to the teacher that we are used to when she got back. He finally agreed. Guess what happened. Yep, this momma got all momma-bear and started wondering if we should pull the kid out of school. My poor kid. His parents are going to make him crazy.