I'm The Bad Guy

My sons, like most of the boys at their school, like to play with gogos. (Don't click the link, it's not worth it.) Gogos are another fad game like pokemon where the kids can play, win and exchange. Needless to say, they are banned at school because the big kids take advantage of the little ones.

I knew that First Son wasn't allowed to take gogos to school because his second-grade teacher had forbidden it. He keeps complaining that it's not fair because some kids take them to school anyway, but knowing that they aren't allowed, I don't let him take his.

About two weeks ago, Second Son had enough pocket money to buy himself a new pack, and the pack he bought had a gogo bag in it to keep all his gogos in. Without my knowing it, he took it to school and of course the teacher took it away from him. She said he knew that it was forbidden and as punishment, he wouldn't get them back before the last day of school.

Second Son didn't think it was fair and he came home saying how he detested his teacher and how he didn't even know that gogos weren't allowed. (Yeah, right.) Well, he ended up crying over it big time, saying that he didn't know and that he didn't hear if the teacher said gogos weren't allowed at school. He especially lamented the fact that with the new bag, he had ALL of his gogos in one bag and he lost them all. I really felt for the little guy, but, even if he didn't know that gogos weren't allowed (which I highly doubt), then this is a lesson to him about listening, since the teacher surely said the rule that he may not have heard. Either way, I told him I wasn't going to ask for his gogos back. It wouldn't be fair because either he had disobeyed the rules, or he had not been listening in class. Either way, there was a consequence. He would have to wait until the end of the year.

Last Thursday, Second Son came home with is bag of gogos, saying that he had gotten them back. I was pretty surprised, but I thought maybe his teacher had returned the toys for good behavior.

Yesterday, I bumped into his teacher after I dropped the boys off and was walking home from their school. She said that he had stolen the gogos out of her desk on Thursday when she was absent and had been replaced by a substitute teacher. Holy Smokes! The little thief!

Needless to say, this upset me very much. This morning, I sent the gogos back to school and made sure that Second Son's kindergarden teacher received them. Hence, the title of this post. As far as Second Son is concerned, I'm the bad guy. Just one of the joys of being a mom. :/