One month into the school year, and our youngest already has a red card and four yellow cards – at least those are the ones to which he has admitted.
The first grade card system of discipline is notorious at his school, and often the focus of dinner conversations across town. Who got a red card today? What did he do? How many did you get when you were in first grade? The girls all got yellow cards! No boys? No boys!
Our oldest son managed to escape without a yellow or red, much to the chagrin of his teacher who believed that a little rebellion or silliness might show he was finally comfortable in his surroundings. In kindergarten, his only wrongdoing was in May, when he got caught eating his M&Ms before his lunch.
Our middle son made it through with only one yellow card awarded in late April for something he still insists “was the girls’ fault” – his logic for keeping his distance four years later.
But our youngest…
On Monday, he climbed into the car after school almost triumphant.
“Good day?” I asked.
“Yep!” he said proudly. “I didn’t get a red or yellow card. Just seven warnings, and they still didn’t change my card!”
“Seven warnings is worse than one yellow card!”
“But one of them wasn’t me. They just thought it was. So it’s really only six!”
First grade victory dance in the end zone.