Kids, Who'd 'Ave 'Em?

So, today, Firstborn bit a boy in his class. Not for any descernable reason, as far as his teacher can see. He was a bit twitchy and then, bam! Or rather, crunch! Other child very upset, unsurprisingly, and as said small child goes to the same after-school club as Firstborn, I look forward to being mortified at, or possibly by, his parents.

It's been a rough few weeks: for reasons which are a mystery to us, Firstborn has been behaving quite badly in school, since the start of the summer term. We've had hitting, pushing, chair-throwing, oh, you name it, we've had it. I've had at least one call a week from the school, telling me what he's been up to.

He continues to be stubborn to the point of pig-headedness, and as he gets bigger, the teachers are less able to exercise control over him when he decides he doesn't want to participate in whatever activity is going on.

Obviously, my concern is that, if he carries on like this after the summer holidays, eventually someone's going to decide that Firstborn really isn't suited to mainstream schooling, and that'll be the end of it.

Fortunately, some days are better than others. But today is not one of those days. Roll on tomorrow.