After school yesterday, Book Boy and I were talking. He wanted to watch a movie (screen time is generally forbidden on school nights but I was considering it), but suddenly got upset because I looked in his school planner – he knew that I’d see that he had been on “yellow” all three days so far this week. (His classroom has a “green-yellow-red” system for keeping track of behavior – it works pretty much the way you’d expect it to.)
He had a hard time “remembering” why he’d gotten on yellow. Then after some prodding from me (“what was happening when you got on yellow?”), he remembered. One day, he didn’t notice that the class had started to review their daily oral language assignment. The previous day, he didn’t notice that it was time to line up. And the first day, he was talking in line.
OK, the talking in line is just plain talking when he shouldn’t have been. But the other two … hmmm, why was he not noticing these things?
“Book Boy, were you reading when you got on yellow?”
“Yes … ”
“What were you reading?”
“Ummm … ”
“Were you reading Maniac Magee?”
“No … I was reading my Spiderman comic book.”
Great. He’s already getting in trouble for reading comic books in class. Crazy kid. Tim and I did tell him that he really shouldn’t read if he only had a couple of minutes after he finished his assignment, and we have to give the OK for whatever books he takes in his backpack. (I’d have been irritated too if I was the teacher and some kid was ignoring me because he had his nose in a comic book.)
But really … I have a hard time getting too worked up about him getting in trouble for reading. (Perhaps because of my own history of getting in “trouble” for reading, which I’m sure my mom will share in the comments section soon. But at least it wasn’t until fifth grade!)