One of the daily rituals with my daughter (who started school this year) is finding out how many time-outs she received during the day.
Her: Only one today, Dad!
Me: Alright! High-five!
Well, last night was our first parent-teacher meeting and I was expecting the worst:
You’re CAITLYN’S parents?! You don’t look like awful parents.
It went well, though. The teacher said she isn’t different from any of the other kids who are getting used to the classroom routines.
I should probably stop asking about time-outs.