Awful, rotten, no good, very bad day...

Cameron came home from school on Friday horribly sad. It had been one of those days when nothing went right, his first one of those since school started.

First, Cameron got a yellow on Friday. For those of you unfamiliar with the green, yellow, red system, if you behave all day at school you get a green smiley face for the day and recieve a penguin card- get 10 penguin cards and you get a trip to the treasure box. A yellow means you did something wrong and don't get a penguin card, but you can still go back to green before the end of the day if you behave. A red is very bad, it means you have been in trouble twice and you don't get a penguin card and a note gets sent home to your parents. This whole year Cameron has gotten a green every day except for maybe one day that first week of school when he was still learning the rules. So his yellow was devastatingly bad for this little boy. I guess during lunch he was horsing around with the boy next to him, shaking his arm or something, and the two of them hit heads- boom, instant yellow. Not only that, but he wasn't able to finish his lunch because he was so upset, and he "accidentally" ate the treat in his lunch before his sandwich and fruit. He was afraid I would be mad at him about the lunch because at the beginning of the year he was coming home every day without eating- he is the s l o w e s t eater on the planet, so I threatened him to get him to eat faster and it worked.

Second, on the first Friday of the month they have Popcorn Friday, a day when the kids can buy a bag of popcorn for 25 cents. Jeremy had given Cameron a quarter on the way to the bus stop in the morning and told him to put it in his backpack. Instead he said he would just hold on to it and not to worry, he wouldn't lose it. Of course, he lost it somewhere and even though they still gave him some popcorn, he was so nervous to tell Jeremy about losing the money.

Third, Cameron's bus was really late on Friday, about 15 minutes. I started to get a bit worried when I saw all of the other busses come and go in the neighborhood and some of the other parents were getting worried too. When the bus finally did arrive, the bus driver motions me to come talk to her and a very forlorn looking Cameron is standing next to her. Then I see the kids getting off the bus and our next door neighbor Julia, another kindergartener is holding a bloody tissue to her nose. Apparently, Cameron had accidentally collided with her nose and the bus driver had to pull over to help poor Julia. It was just one of those days...

By the time we got back to the house, Cameron was sobbing, telling me all about what happened that day. Every time I thought he was done he would come back to tell me something else that had happened and would start crying all over again. I tried my best to reassure him that we all have those kind of days and that I wasn't mad at him in the least! My little perfectionist ought to get more yellows if you ask me, it would be good for him! All night he kept coming to me for hugs, and I gladly obliged. The only good thing about the day was that it was Friday and he didn't have to go back to school for two more days! I hope this is the first of only a handful of rotten school days for our number one. His sensitive heart can't take it and neither can his mother!