This morning, just as we were about to walk out the door, K started crying. Yesterday was Character Day, when they were supposed to dress up as their favorite book character. He didn't, and he was upset and felt left out. (It would have been nice if he remembered how upset he was BEFORE we were about to leave for school, but I didn't mention that.)
They sent a flyer home a week or two ago, and at the time I asked K about it and he said something vague like he didn't know who he would want to be. To me projects and costumes are a pain, so my feeling has been that if he doesn't seem to care, I don't care, and if he does care he'll bring it up again and then we can work on it together. I want him to take responsibility for his own school stuff. But the reality is that he just turned six and needs some help from us. So, a little late in the year, I'm realizing that my approach to dealing with the avalanche of paper K brings home -- glancing at it, mentioning it to K once, and then sticking it on the ever-growing pile -- doesn't work. We need a separate calendar for the boys' school stuff, and we need to check it every day and make some effort at home.
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