Lamenting the end of innocence
By Slacker Mom
The teacher on the other end of the phone said: “Don’t be alarmed Mrs Slacker, but I just found your daughter smooching in the bathroom with Tommy. At least I think that’s what they were doing. They were standing very close. We have a no- touching policy at this school.”
My response: “They are four-year-olds, for goodness sake.”
When my daughter got home, she said, with daggers in her eyes: “I told Tommy it was a bad idea.”
Until then her social interactions always seemed so innocent. In the morning the children would often greet each other with big hugs.
Where did a four-year-old get the idea to play kissy face in the first place? “He has an older brother,” she explained.
“Oh,” I said, imagining some beefy teen. “So the brother is a big boy?”
“Yes, he’s six.”
I went to an all-girls school, so life in a co-ed school has been a bit of a shock.
In the following weeks, my daughter kept telling us how Tommy always glared at her, and said things like: “Pass the crayons.”
“Pass the crayons?”
“Yes, he said it in a mean way.”
I thought, “Oh no, bullying”. We arranged a meeting with the teacher. The teacher looked strangely amused.
“I haven’t noticed your daughter being bullied by Tommy,” she said.
“In fact, your daughter has been making Tommy’s life a living hell since the er ... incident.
“His grandmother came to the class yesterday to read and your daughter told her she had a very bad boy on her hands.”
Still a little doubtful, we went home and said to my daughter:
“The teacher says you’ve actually been bullying Tommy, a bit.”
From the cagey look you could see she was busted.
“He deserved it,” she said shrugging.
“You are going to have to apologise,” I said.
“You can’t treat people like that, even if you’re mad.”
The next morning I walked her to class and leaned down to kiss her goodbye.
She said: “Oh, no, mummy, there’s no kissing allowed on school property.”
Another girl ran up to hug her, but she dodged her, reminding her stoutly of the no-touching rules.
I walked away, feeling a little sad.