There was an incident involving Mac at school today. The principal was kind enough to leave me a message on my voice mail.
"Hi Mrs. Uberman, this is Dr. Principal. I had the opportunity to meet with Mac this afternoon and I wanted to take a moment to discuss this meeting with you. Mac is not in trouble, but I do wish to share a few things with you. Please feel free to give me a call . . . ."
She had the opportunity to meet with him? Is her degree in PR or what?
Apparently another kid, we'll call him Satan, picked a fight with my Mac because Mac's kick ball team was winning against his team during recess. He charged my son and began choking him. Mac wears a silver chain with a cross around his neck, and the chain broke as a result.
So Mama Bear is NOT happy. Don't you even think about messing with one of my cubs. I don't care if you are a nine year old punk. I will bring you down!
I am so upset. I am one step away from that scene in The Hand That Rocks The Cradle, where crazy nanny threatens a kid on the playground. "If you touch her again I will rip your (expletive) arm off and shove it down your throat." If I had the phone number for the parents, I would be calling them. I am not totally against egging their house either.
So now Ubes and I have to go to the school first thing in the morning and play good cop/bad cop with the principal. And guess which cop I get to be? Yes. Good cop. Which sucks because nobody likes being good cop. And it's so not fair. The only time Ubes ever wants to be good cop is when we are trying to get the kids to clean their rooms. So not cool.
Mean little kids suck. Is it wrong that I am not averse to hiring the school bully to steal this kid's lunch money and rough him up a little?? No?