On Monday, DD#2 took our granddaughter to her first day at kindergarten. DD attended an open house the week before and was given all the information she needed to know which classroom, what teacher, etc. All went well with the exchange from mom to her teacher as granddaughter was excited to be there and not the least bit intimidated by her first taste of higher education.
As DD is walking down the hallway to leave, she noticed a lady with two kids in tow attempting to read the classroom assignments posted on the bulletin board just inside the entrance. A teacher walked up to the lady and asked if she could be of assistance. The lady says yes, thank you, I’m here to drop off Amy who is in third grade and Jimmy who is in kindergarten. Jimmy looks up at his mom and says, “Kindergarten? Mom! I’m in first grade!”
Mom then explains they just moved in from another school district and decided it would be best for Jimmy to repeat kindergarten. All this is obviously news to little Jimmy, who by this time is screaming his head off, telling the entire world “I’m NOT in kindergarten, I'm in First Grade!!!”.
Mom says to the teacher, “Here you go”, hands the two kids off and walks out the front door.
The teacher, slightly stunned but attempting to keep a stiff upper lip, tries to calm little Jimmy down, but he’s having none of it. He pulls away and runs out the front door after his long-gone mom. The teacher goes after him and, with the assistance of the school principal, a couple of sympathetic parents, and several minutes of amateur psychiatric therapy, finally get Jimmy to very reluctantly reenter the building.
Scarred for life…