My son attended the same elementary school as I did.
The crotchety ole Ms. Dobbins was STILL teaching - and as luck would have it, he was in her first grade class.
On the first day of school, I received a call from her. "Christie, "Bratboy" might have some adjustment issues" (he is autistic). "Oh?" I asked, really not wanting to hear what could have possibly happened on the first day!
"After lunch, he went to his cubby and got a blanket and a stuffed animal out of his backpack (I didnt put them there). He proceeded to find an area on the play mats and laid down. When I went over and explained that he was a big boy now and that we didnt have naps in first grade, he looked up at me and said:
"Who the hell signed me up for this shit?!?!?"
He is SO my son!
Christie