I have returned to the valley of the sun after a brief visit to the evergreen state. I was hoping for rain during my visit since this sunny valley hasn’t seen any rain for over a hundred and twenty days. I was disappointed in my hopes. It was beautiful, sunny, and cold the whole time I was there. Oh well, I’m sure there will be other trips to the land of continual rain.
While I was gone my children behaved themselves very well and my husband did an excellent job caring for them. They had only one dark moment when my son decided to channel Rowdy Roddy Piper during primary.
According to several accounts Quinn decided to body check a sweet, impeccably dressed little girl several times. Maybe this was his way of showing his affection; I hope she remembered to be flattered as she was being slammed against the wall. He also thought it would be a good idea to punch the kid next to him once or twice. Quinn then tried to avoid punishment by getting his good friend to give him an alibi. His little friend turned on him faster than a jar of mayonnaise in the sun.
The next accounts have Quinn standing in the hallway shouting, “You’re a poopyhead!” to his overwhelmed looking teacher.
She was then heard saying, “Someone needs to get this kid’s dad. He’s been hitting, and kicking, and spitting at the other children all through class.”
Ah, my little angel!
Honestly I have had very little troubles with Quinn in public settings. He’s usually one of the better behaved boys in the class (I think). I’ll be darned if he thinks that he can be a complete turkey in primary anymore. I’m thinking of marching him over to his teacher’s house and making him apologize to her. I’m also thinking of sitting next to him in class and whacking him upside the head when he gets out of line.
Sheesh, I’m at a loss! What’s the best way to handle a little boy gone wild?