Yesterday when I picked her up after school, she looked distressed.
“How was your day?”
But I could tell it was not fine. Her pale face betrayed her.
It turned out that she got in trouble for kicking a first grader. “She kicked me first!” she said with outrage.
Miss Lynn, the educational assistant who supervises them while they wait to be picked up, didn’t care. She told Grace that she may need to speak to the counselor the next day because there is no reason to kick anyone, even if they kicked you first.
And, to add insult to outrage, Grace confessed she’d also gotten into trouble when she ran into the multi-purpose room to wait for pick-up. “But someone was CHASING ME!” Running is not allowed in the school hallways.
With that, she burst into tears. She hates to be in trouble.
And I tried not to laugh.
I know. But I can’t help it. My poor girl keeps getting herself into trouble with her overactive sense of justice and her propensity for vigilantism. She cannot understand why she should be in trouble for meting out apt punishment for bad behavior.
Of course, I tell her that she cannot kick someone just because they kick her. I tell her to yell, “HEY, STOP KICKING ME!” so the other person gets in trouble. And then fake cry.
I direct her to tell a grown up.
I shake my head and purse my lips and remind her not to get involved when one friend shoves another because it’s not her problem.
But secretly, I’m kind of glad she’s the kind of kid who will kick someone who kicks her first. She is a girl who stands up for herself and will not timidly allow someone to behave badly around her. She’s feisty and will instantly get involved when she sees friends shoving one another . . . and she will shove one of them on the behalf of the other.
She is a bossy, indignant kind of girl. She’s my kind of girl.
If you kick us, we will kick you right back.
Consider yourself warned.