So Titch kicked a little boy with Down’s Syndrome in the face and knocked out his tooth. Apparently there was blood everywhere.
We were on the playground, and I was trying to gather my goslings to line up and get ready to go home, and Titch — the line leader — was missing. Miss Slinger found him and brought him in, and then next thing I know, Titch’s dad is there, calm but upset, telling me what Titch had done.
Titch’s dad works at my school, and was responsible for the little boy whose tooth his own son kicked out. How’s that for complicated? After I sent the kids home on the bus, Titch’s dad and I went to talk to the assistant principal and I had to recommend suspension. Titch’s dad understood, and then I emailed Titch’s mom at work, and she called immediately.
Titch’s parents are getting divorced — painfully — and the stress is clearly finally getting to him. What happened today was the culmination of a difficult, and slightly violent, week for him. (Choking Harold in the bathroom, hitting Harold at gym class, poking Owen and Ferdinand during meeting, kicking Leo, etc.)
The hard thing is that his face looks happy and calm. He shows no signs of remorse or concern. “I was on the climber and he was on the ladder coming up and I didn’t want him up there so I kicked him in the face” as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
I started my weekend feeling so tense and upset and sad for Titch and his family.