No talking out of turn.
Yeah…. Gibbs kind of forgot that last one.
There’s a whole list of student-generated rules in kindergarten that Gibbs delights in reciting, but when it comes right down to it, boys are primal.
Am I wrong?
Impulse, recklessness and fight-or-flight governs their little beings, and I don’t see much pointing to the contrary when said boy-children become men.
After getting the call from the teacher, who lightly – sounding almost amused – explained that it wasn’t entirely Gibbs’ fault since the other boy was inciting him, she also pointed out that Gibbs didn’t bite him hard, just more as a warning.
Um, yes, because that’s so much better than a full out chomp.
We talked about his sentence when he got home, and though Gibbs is always honest to a fault (his and my lying skills are non-existent), it turns out the whole thing started when the kid called him dumb and funny looking.
The usual grade school response was given as a retort, “No, you’re dumb and funny looking.”
That led to the kid hitting him under the desk, which was followed by the biting.
When I asked him if he told the teacher about the kid hitting him, he of course said no, that she hadn’t seen it.
However, she had seen the other kid start to cry over his bitten pinkie.
We then discussed the concept of discretion, and not letting other people get you into trouble by getting you to bite the bait.
Did I mention he gets his temper from me, too?
Way to go, DNA.
Can I blame his dad somewhere in here? No? Worth a shot I suppose.
Crap. I hear the phone ringing again…