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Today I told the kids jostling to be first in line that being first in line was not important and they needed to not worry about it so much and worry more about something that was important.
"Like what?" snarled the Elbower who had just fought his way to the coveted position.
"Justice," I said. "The betterment of mankind."
He didn't say anything else. It's a lot to ask of a five year old. Later on, I asked him why he was so afraid of girls when he started shrieking about not being next to one in line.
"I'm not scared," he growled, glaring.
"You act scared," I said. The eyebrows crashed down, the lips pursed angrily. He was trying to look intimidating, but it came off more as Zoolander thing. I laughed, which made it worse.
"It's not FUNNY!" he almost shouted. Normally, he'd get it for raising his voice, but we were almost at the cafeteria.
"Blue Steel!" I said. It confused him long enough for the Smuckers sandwich thingies to distract him from his wrath. Normally, I wouldn't pester a kid, but he really was being a jerk to the girl who dared to hang her coat on the hook beside him. I probably saved him from a smack, really. She was about to lose her temper.
There was probably a better way to handle it, but it's been two years and he's an only child that is very used to being taken very, very seriously indeed. It infuriates him when his authority isn't recognized, but it's also one of the few things that makes an impression. One more day til weekend!
"Like what?" snarled the Elbower who had just fought his way to the coveted position.
"Justice," I said. "The betterment of mankind."
He didn't say anything else. It's a lot to ask of a five year old. Later on, I asked him why he was so afraid of girls when he started shrieking about not being next to one in line.
"I'm not scared," he growled, glaring.
"You act scared," I said. The eyebrows crashed down, the lips pursed angrily. He was trying to look intimidating, but it came off more as Zoolander thing. I laughed, which made it worse.
"It's not FUNNY!" he almost shouted. Normally, he'd get it for raising his voice, but we were almost at the cafeteria.
"Blue Steel!" I said. It confused him long enough for the Smuckers sandwich thingies to distract him from his wrath. Normally, I wouldn't pester a kid, but he really was being a jerk to the girl who dared to hang her coat on the hook beside him. I probably saved him from a smack, really. She was about to lose her temper.
There was probably a better way to handle it, but it's been two years and he's an only child that is very used to being taken very, very seriously indeed. It infuriates him when his authority isn't recognized, but it's also one of the few things that makes an impression. One more day til weekend!
