A Note from the Teacher

The inevitable has occurred--earlier than I anticipated (the first full week of school). The Spasm Porter's teacher sent a note home. He's had a rough couple of days, it seems. He's having trouble participating in group activities, transitioning from activities and staying on task. I'm surprised. NOT!

I wouldn't trust this face....

She's resorted to bribery.

On the first week of school... rookie move... I'd have probably held out a little longer but....

And now she wants to know if I have any advice.

Obviously, she doesn't read my blog or she would know that any advice that I have is completely ineffectual. I mean, I thought she was the professional.... Why is she asking me for advice?

Here's the thing, it's obvious to me that Porter adores his new teacher. Otherwise he wouldn't be opening up and showing his true colors so soon. It's a trust thing. She should feel honored, special even. I mean, I apologized up front that she pulled the short straw! It took Porter WEEKS to open up to his preschool teacher and he never really liked her all that much and thus was on "company" behavior. Pretty much.

I gave her the typical Mommy advice; stay positive, reward good behavior, work on your ducking and jumping skills. She might need to do a little more cardio for this one. But in all honesty the only real advice that I have is this: How do you feel about going blond? And how adverse would you be to teaching in a bikini? (Preferably blue.)* That'd keep his attention....

*Porter's first love was a college-aged, lifeguard at our local pool. She was blond, tan and wore a bright blue bikini. Porter was mesmerized by her blue bikini. She is the only person to date, that Porter has ever listened to....

Peace Out!


Disclaimer: I really like Porter's teacher and I truly believe he likes her too. But motivation with Porter will always be an issue. That and the fact that he's probably smarter than all of us put together. Pin It