I was thinking of this the other day. DD has a pretty restrictive teacher this year, so she brings home a report about once a week that she's had her color changed because of some silly thing -- she touched someone's backpack last week, for instance. Oh, the humanity! She talks when the teacher has said to stop.
But when I think of DS in 2nd grade, I was always in fear of the call from the school or the pink slip (I think he got six that year -- three would have gotten him suspended if it weren't for his blessed IEP) because he was having meltdowns, yelling inappropriate things, and whacked another kid because he got to the light switch first when it was DS' turn. That was the year we started the serious behavioral intervention stuff with the school counselors, outside counselors, social skills groups, etc.
So DD lets us off pretty easy -- and I just laugh at her reports. I can't help it.
