For those of you who read these to make yourself fee better about parenting by enjoying my fails, I present my official Parenting Win of the Week. My P-WOW!
I get a call from Supermom informing me that Don Threeto had a breakdown at school. She had a panic attack of sorts. It was bad enough that her oldest sister, Jane, had to be called out of class to come and calm her down.
My kindergartener freaked out and the principal of the entire school had to summon a fourth grader sister to talk her down.
Part of me is extremely proud to have such a sisterly bond between my children. It does my heart good to know they watch out for one another. However, the reason for the breakdown concerns me.
When I first heard, I thought to myself “I wonder if she got scared of some ants?” That would be reasonable since she is allergic. I also considered that maybe bees had snuck in through a crack in the window. I am afraid of bees, maybe I passed that on. What on earth could elicit such a reaction?
I did a top five list in my head:
- Rabid wild animal was lurking outside. Peeking
- Someone brought one of those blue star tattoos that were being passed around schools a few decades ago and was laced with a hallucinogenic substance and she was being chased by talking floor tiles.
- Another student had threatened her and she was scared. (This one was not plausible since she doesn’t fear other people.)
- She realized that all the lunches are now free and therefore there was no money to steal from the weaker kids.
- She learned to read and figured out that Russia and the United States were on the brink of thermonuclear war through a combination of angry Facebook posts and Wikileaks.
Most of those would have been better than the truth. #2 and #4 are questionable alternatives. Anyway, here you go…
Supermom had done some detective work and figured out the root of the trouble. Turns out… a sudden high-pitched metallic noise from somewhere in the ceiling convinced my five year old child that aliens were coming to abduct her. She was convinced that she would be swept away into the space ship and never see her family again.
She told the teacher and principal that exact story.
We are now “those” parents. Awesome. We were probably already those parents so whatevs.
If you have children who share insane conspiracies and their teachers judge you from afar, this post is for you. You’re welcome. There is nothing you can do. Smile and wave boys, smile and wave.
-Underdaddy to the rescue.