Thursday, November 4, 2010

School Shiner

Sporting a shiner (while it was still a lovely shade of pink).

Connor and his "superhero" buddies (and Collin) enjoying some play. Yes, Connor is wearing pajamas and snow boots!

We morning kindergarten parents know the drill. We show up exactly at 11:30 each day at the West entrance of the school. I don't think any one ever received any formal instructions on the matter, but somehow we all know to stand a few feet from the school. We know pick up involves the mere exchanging of children. It's not an opportunity to converse with the teachers, or request any further information. Polite waves, nods, and thank yous are the extent of the communication.

Today, I stood in my usual spot, conversing with other parents. All of a sudden, I notice the teacher (a sub) was standing right next to meet with Connor positioned at her hip. My heart dropped, and I noticed some mouths agape and blatant stares.

She asked, "Are you Connor's mom?"

My first thought was, "I don't know? Do I want to be today?" My mind raced to all the possible mischief and mayhem Connor could have engaged in during the 2 1/2 hours of school.

Alas, I truthfully responded, "Yes."

She followed, "Connor, had a little accident on the playground this morning and it looks like he's going to have a black eye."

I hate to admit it, but I was relieved. I even started to smile a little. No mischief. No mayhem. No disobedience. Pure clumsiness.

I cuddled him, babied him, and lavished him with attention. Pretty soon, I could tell that he was beginning to think black eyes weren't so bad at all.

This afternoon, the puffy skin under his eye has transformed from pink to a shade of amethyst and sapphire. He looked absolutely pitiful from the outside, but inside there was a glow.

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