By the way Mommy
"There is Zazoo, Mommy." We are reading a search book featuring the Lion King characters. It is a page showing Scar’s reign in a sea of hyenas. "Why are they fighting? Oh, I got in trouble for fighting today!"
"What Gabriel?" He has been home for approximately seven-and-a-half hours today, and, while we are reading a bedtime story, he pops out with this statement.
He is lying there casually, trying to look unconcerned, but I can feel an underlining uncertainty.
"You got in trouble for fighting," I sit up and cross my arms. "What happened."
"This kid went to punch me, so I blocked, and I was going to hit him back. Mrs. G saw us and took us aside. She told me if it happened again, I would go to the principle office and she would call you."
"I would hope so!" I said, wondering why I hadn’t been told today. I appreciated Gabriel telling me. "Why did the kid punch you, Gabriel?"
"Well, he was actually going for my friend T. I stepped in front of T to guard him from being hit."
In my head, I’m thinking that is pretty noble. So I say it, but then I say, "It is not ok to hit. You can block and get away but no hitting. You can only do hitting while sparing in Tae Kwon Do class."
I mentioned to Robert that Gabriel got in trouble for fighting. Robert went to get the report from Gabriel; the story he got was slightly different, of course.
--Mom
