... or our cubs for that matter.

my 5 year old daughter came home from school last night, evidently with a sad look on her face.  shortly thereafter, i recieved a phone call from my loving and lovely wife telling me to get my fat butt home now.  confused, i asked what the nature of the emergency was.  "2 boys cut her hair".

oh, hell no.  evidently, they were supposed to be doing some sort of cut and paste thing.  she has long braids all over her head.  as she's looking down and doing her work, minding her own business, one boy stood up, walked over to her, and cut a piece of her braid out, while another boy pulled the hair out and threw it in the trash.  she had a substitute teacher yesterday, which is no excuse.  she went to the substitute, and informed her of what had happened.  the sub looked at the teacher's aid for assistance (yes, there were 2 adults in the classroom).  the teachers aid told the boys to put the scissors down.  that's all.

needless to say, by the time i had gotten home, mama bear had called the school and given the principal a good talking to.  the teacher (who was off yesterday) has had a number of emails sent to her.  i just got back from a meeting between mama bear, myself, and the principal.  the principal will be confronting the teacher, the aid, and the substitute this morning, and "appropriate action will be taken".

what has my wife flustered is the fact that this was a huge safety issue.  what would have happened if my daughter's face had been cut.  or worse, what about her eyes.  the hair was cut right at the level of her eyes.  that'd be a nice call:  "um, yeah, your daughter is now blind".

my issue is the whole 2 on 1 thing.  if there's going to be any kind of conflict, at least make it fair.  the first week of kindergarden, my son got into a fight on the bus.  he and another kid were goofing around when this other kid hauled off and hit him in the face.  (now, these are 5 year olds).  my son shook it off, and defended himself to the best of his ability against this kid until the safety patrol officer was able to seperate them to differnet sides of the bus.  i've told and taught all our kids:  make sure you're not the one that starts a fight.  make sure you're the one that finishes it. 

the whole point of this blog post?  "don't start none, won't be none".  i know things will happen that are beyond our control.  but this was just a little too much.

don't let me kill the kittens.  i may need them later *heh, heh*

papa