Let's Hope She Learns This Lesson Early
Vika's gotten into a bit of a scrap at school lately. Before the whole "Sassy Girls" vs. "Cool Girls" discussion, she told me a secret, which I found slightly alarming, but kept for her anyway. Well, the bag's been opened and that cat has bounced right out, thanks to a boy who likes to kiss and tell.
Here's the deal (which I can now share): Vika kissed a boy at school. A 10 year old boy, who for some reason, is still in 3rd grade. She told me about this not long after, and while I didn't scold her, I did express my concern that the boy (let's call him Cassanova) would spread the tale, and then she would be known as "the girl who kisses boys." Of course, Cassanova did not keep the secret and told all his friends. There was some chanting of "Vika and Cassanova, sittin' in a tree...." and I told Vika that she may be hearing from her teacher when she finds out what is going on.
Well, she found out today. Mrs. M called Vika and Cassanova into her classroom and said that while they weren't in trouble, they were lucky to be in 3rd grade. If they were in 4th grade or older, the police might be called about something like this (???!!!). I hope Vika was paraphrasing Mrs. M's words here, and that she misunderstood them, because I don't think making children scared of the police is an effective way to deal with inappropriate displays of affection. But I digress.... Vika said that while Mrs. M was talking to them, Cassanova started crying. Apparently, he always cries when he gets into trouble (which seems to be quite a lot).
Mom and I listened as Vika described another incident when Cassanova cried to get off the hook. I'll quote her here, because really, there's no other way to do the conversation justice.
Vika: Can you believe it? A 10 year old boy in 3rd grade is crying to get out of trouble! It's like that time, when he called this girl a "ditch," he cried, and didn't even get into trouble!
Me: I'm sorry, what did he call her?
V: A "ditch!"
Me: A "ditch?"
V: Yeah, a "ditch."
(Mom and I look at each other and burst into laughter)
V: What? What's so funny?
Me: Poor "Cassanova"...
Mom: Yeah, his mind's sure in the gutter!
(More laughter ensues while Vika stares at us in bewilderment)
V: What are you guys laughing at? Is it what he called her?
Me: (wiping the tears from my eyes) I'll tell you when you're older.
This resulted in the expected eye-roll from Vix, who was now a bit irritated with both of us. "Vika," I said, "I think maybe Cassanova is not the best person for you to be hanging around with." Fortunately, she agreed. Although this may have more to do with her crush on a nice, studious boy ("I'm in love Mama!"), rather than any words of wisdom on my part.
Anyway, the lesson I hope she learns from this enlightening experience is this: boys who kiss and tell and call girls nasty names (even if they don't get it right) aren't worth your time or affection.
God, I'm dreading her teen years....
Here's the deal (which I can now share): Vika kissed a boy at school. A 10 year old boy, who for some reason, is still in 3rd grade. She told me about this not long after, and while I didn't scold her, I did express my concern that the boy (let's call him Cassanova) would spread the tale, and then she would be known as "the girl who kisses boys." Of course, Cassanova did not keep the secret and told all his friends. There was some chanting of "Vika and Cassanova, sittin' in a tree...." and I told Vika that she may be hearing from her teacher when she finds out what is going on.
Well, she found out today. Mrs. M called Vika and Cassanova into her classroom and said that while they weren't in trouble, they were lucky to be in 3rd grade. If they were in 4th grade or older, the police might be called about something like this (???!!!). I hope Vika was paraphrasing Mrs. M's words here, and that she misunderstood them, because I don't think making children scared of the police is an effective way to deal with inappropriate displays of affection. But I digress.... Vika said that while Mrs. M was talking to them, Cassanova started crying. Apparently, he always cries when he gets into trouble (which seems to be quite a lot).
Mom and I listened as Vika described another incident when Cassanova cried to get off the hook. I'll quote her here, because really, there's no other way to do the conversation justice.
Vika: Can you believe it? A 10 year old boy in 3rd grade is crying to get out of trouble! It's like that time, when he called this girl a "ditch," he cried, and didn't even get into trouble!
Me: I'm sorry, what did he call her?
V: A "ditch!"
Me: A "ditch?"
V: Yeah, a "ditch."
(Mom and I look at each other and burst into laughter)
V: What? What's so funny?
Me: Poor "Cassanova"...
Mom: Yeah, his mind's sure in the gutter!
(More laughter ensues while Vika stares at us in bewilderment)
V: What are you guys laughing at? Is it what he called her?
Me: (wiping the tears from my eyes) I'll tell you when you're older.
This resulted in the expected eye-roll from Vix, who was now a bit irritated with both of us. "Vika," I said, "I think maybe Cassanova is not the best person for you to be hanging around with." Fortunately, she agreed. Although this may have more to do with her crush on a nice, studious boy ("I'm in love Mama!"), rather than any words of wisdom on my part.
Anyway, the lesson I hope she learns from this enlightening experience is this: boys who kiss and tell and call girls nasty names (even if they don't get it right) aren't worth your time or affection.
God, I'm dreading her teen years....
I hope you are still blogging when she's a teen. I can't wait to hear the stories. Sadly, I fear that Katya is going to supply me with my own fair share of teen angst as well. We can commiserate, though!
Reminds me of my daughter (that would be you!) at the age of 6 when she came home and told me she and some boy were playing "catch and kiss" or something like that. I asked a bit about the game and she said, "Oh, don't worry Mom, I don't let him hump me!" Well, that was a relief!!
We want her to be a COOL Vixen. Not a sassy one.
Yes, everyone keeps telling me that the teen years are so much worse - I can't imagine... Kirk and I already think that we're going to pity anyone who dates Alina though! Between her overly protective big brother and her own idiosyncrasies, her date is not going to know what hit him/her!
Luv what you told your mom as a kid...oy! Count me is as one more mama fearing for her daughter's teen years. Or yes, with her over-the-top physical, fun-loving wild child side, fearing for the boys who date her!
Honestly, though, I'm thinking Vika learned a good lesson early.
oh i miss reading your blog. why have i stayed away so long???