Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Aw, nuts!

How sad is it that nuts are topical in my life right now?

First, they are a problem at school on a couple of different fronts. Several boys in my class (kindergarten, thankyouverymuch) think it's hilarious to punch each other in the nuts. I don't remember ever having this much trouble getting kids to keep their hands to themselves. They aren't doing it to be aggressive - it's just all big joke. However, some of the parents don't think it's very funny (rightly so, but they are the ones who raised the nut-punchers) The assistant principal is already involved in this with me. I'm guessing the guidance counselor (who is now supposed to be called a school counselor) will be the next person I bring in. It's hard to say, "Don't hit anyone else's nuts" in a kindergarten-appropriate manner! The other nut problem is on the playground. For some reason, some genius in our school's history felt it appropriate to plant a walnut tree on the edge of the playground. They've started falling off the tree and are becoming missiles in the hands of 90+ five-year-olds. It's bad enough to have that many kids being supervised by two teachers. Arm them and the odds of us keeping everyone safe drop to ridiculously low levels. So, inside or out, I'm spending a lot of time supervising the nuts of others.

On the home front, Elvis' nuts are missing. Anyone seen them? He went to his physical to start school and pediatrician said, "I can't find his testicles." He's referred Elvis to a urologist. That appointment is Friday. I've taken the day off from supervising flying nuts and punched nuts to take my grandson to try to find his nuts. For some reason, I'm really not looking forward to this appointment...

Like I said, "Aw, nuts!"

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Are they temporarily missing or have YOU lost them? Matbe they're in a box somewhere at the house.

Kimmah said...

welcome to my world.

Me said...

While that's true of many things that go missing at my house, I can PROMISE you I'm not responsible for Elvis' missing testicles.

Mongoose said...

That's funny. I don't think anyone would even have noticed that kind of behaviour when I was in school. And back then we used to read novels from when our fathers where in school and they were much rougher than us. It was good reading.