A boy came up at the playground and said, "Give me that rat or I'm going to punch you in the nose." This is where the fact that Hadji had gotten a rubber rat out of the treasure box is good information to have. I did not have this information. Anyway... Hadji gave the kid the rat. I was kind of surprised. I mean, this is the kid who at age FOUR beat down an 8 year old at the park. (Note: If you are shooting your Nerf gun directly at my little sweet Hadji's face and he keeps asking you stop, and you don't, it might not end well for you.) This is the same kid who smacked a 12 year old in the face for picking on a little girl from kindergarten at the PTA Ice Cream Social. Yep. True Story. Yeah, I am not on the PTA Board this year... )
So, I was a little surprised that Hadji gave in. I asked him more questions, but he didn't know the kid, didn't know whose class he was in, etc. well, there is not much a parent can do with this, so I just typed up an e-mail to his teacher, just so she would know it happened. I hesitated to hit the send button. Call it, mommy gut-instincts, fear of a grammatical error laden e-mail being sent, who knows... but I decided to wait and let Micah read it first.At bedtime, as I am tucking Hadji in, I ask him, one more time... "Is what you told Mommy about the rat true?" He just looked away. Hmmm... "Hadji, did you tell me the TRUTH or a LIE?"
He finally says, sheepishly, "Not really. I just thought it was a funny story."
First, I am glad I didn't send the e-mail. Second, I went into lecture mode. (we did get the real story. a little girl did keep his rat after he let her see it. recovery efforts are now in progress.) We talked about trust, and how lies ruin that. We talked about how God hates lies, and we want our mouths to speak the truth. Just when I think he gets it, he really gets it and start giving myself that proverbial good parent pat on the back... Hadji looks up and wistfully sighs, "I sure do wish God liked lies."
I officially resign.