Diva

We're having a little problem with second grade. Last year, JJ had the sweetest teacher. She treated him like the favored grandchild. JJ has a tendency to get teary. In fact some little girl just called him a whiner and a crybaby. I can't say she wasn't correct. But anyway, last year his teacher would let him sit on her lap, or sometimes she would even let him call home from her phone. After a little coddling, he'd be ok and go back to his desk.

This year, JJ is taken with sick days. At least a couple of times a week I get a call from the office.

JJ is in the office. He says he's sick. Can you come get him?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't... But it's getting tiresome for me and for the office staff.

Last week JJ had a complete melt down at dinnertime. He was tired and hungry and just could not cope. He sobbed over his dinner plate. The Mister told him to eat and that he'd feel better... The Mister then proceeded to spoon-feed him. And happily, he became a different child.

Fast forward to an evening in front of the TV. This commercial came on...

And that is when it hit me. I think he's just being a hungry diva at school.

We talked to the office staff and they agreed to stash some healthy snacks for him. He has gone to the office for a Crisis Snack only once that I know of... And I haven't had a call to come pick him up in two weeks! YAY!