I'm not sure if I am angry, sad or if I should be laughing. I picked Max up from school this afternoon and as soon as he walked out I noticed a red cut on his face. Then I noticed both Max's teacher and the school director coming out to talk to me. Apparently, Max had a knock down, drag out fight with Andres. They had been having recreation time and when it was time to go back to class, they both decided they wanted the same chair. That's when the fur started to fly. I don't know how many licks Max got in, but Andres sure did a number on Max's face. I was assured that they were both at fault and both were made to hug, kiss and apologize to the other as well as being punished (though knowing Max, being forced to say "sorry" was enough punishment, he hates to say it!) This is perhaps one of my worst fears!! I am so intent on raising a child without violence and here he is 2 1/2 years old and already scrapping. I guess it's "normal" for the age, but it's still distressing.
I read his horoscope when he was born and I knew this day would come. It said that babies born on his birthday would be the "Rambos of the playgroup". Now I know what they meant! Time for ballet class, ASAP, get some culture, class and discipline in this boy! (Yeah right, more like Rambo terrorizing the little ballerinas!)
Here's my little Muhammed Ali.....