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The day my son Laurie started kindergarten, he gave up his little-boy clothes and began wearing blue jeans and a belt. I watched him go off to school that morning with the older girl next door, looking as though he were going off to a fight.
He came home the same way at lunchtime. "Isn't anybody here? he yelled. At the table, he knocked over his little sister's milk.
"How was school today?" I asked.
"I didn't learn nothing," he said.
"Anything," I said. "Didn't learn anything."
"But the teacher spanked a boy," Laurie said, "for being fresh."
"What did he do?" I asked. "Who was it?"
Laurie thought. "It was Charles," he said.
"What did he do?" I asked. But Laurie shild off his chair, took a cookie, and left.
The next day, Laurie remarked at lunch, "Charles was bad again today." He grinned. "Charles hit the teacher," he said.
"Good heavens," I said. "I suppose he got spanked again?"
"He sure did," Laurie said.
"Why did Charles hit the teacher?" I asked.
"Because she tried to make him color with red crayons. Charles wanted to color with green crayons, so he hit the teacher. She spanked him."
The third day, Charles bounced a see-saw onto the head of a little girl and made her bleed. The teacher made him stay inside during recess.
On Thursday Charles had to stand in a corner because he was pounding his feet on the floor during story time. Friday, Charles could not use the blackboard because he threw chalk.
On Saturday, I talked to my husband about it. "Do you think kindergarten is too disturbing for Laurie?" I asked him. "This Charles boy sounds like a bad influence."
"It will be alright," my husband said. "There are bound to be people like Charles in the world. He might as well meet them now as later.
The following week, Charles yelled so much that the teacher in first grade came in and told the kindergarten teacher to keep him quiet. Charles had to stay after school. I could hardly wait for the first Parent-Teachers meeting. I wanted very much to meet Charles's mother. On Wednesday, Charles yelled during story time and hit a boy in the stomach and made him cry. On Friday, Charles stayed after school again, and all the other children stayed to watch him.
Laurie came home and said, "You know what Charles did today? He told a girl to say a word, and she said it. The teacher washed her mouth out with soap and Charles laughed."
"What word?" his father asked.
"It's so bad, I'll have to whisper it to you," Laurie said and whispered it into his father's ear.
"Charles told the little girl to say that? he said, his eyes widening.
"She said it twice," Laurie said. "Charles told her to say it twice."
"What happened to Charles?" my husband asked.
"Nothing," Laurie said. "He was passing out the crayons.
My husband came to the door that night as I was leaving for the Parent-Teachers meeting. "Invite her over after the meeting," he said. "I want to get a look at the mother of that kid."
"I hope she's there," I said.
"She'll be there," my husband said. "How could they hold a Parent-Teachers meeting without Charles's mother?"
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