Forgive me please while I vent

Since James is my only boy, I don't have anyone to compare him to directly. However, I do have four brothers so I think I know a thing or two about boys. And as the saying goes "boys will be boys." They instantly turn sticks into swords, their capacity to sit still is limited to about 2 minutes tops, and they all know how to make those really cool noises with their mouths.

So, I've met a few boys that sit quietly by their mother's sides and never hit the other kids, but come one, something is wrong with those kids right? At least that's what I like to tell myself.

And James is a typical boy. He is wild, but not wildly out of control. He does hit from time to time, but he's only 3 1/2 and he's still learning. And has been doing much better the last few months I might add. Unfortunately, just like his father, he has been marked as the problem kid in class.

A few weeks ago his preschool teacher called to inform me that he had had a little pooping accident at school. Well, first of all he's only been fully potty trained for the last 4 months. And, they told me when I signed him up that it was OK even if he wasn't fully trained and that the teachers would work with him. Second of all, instead of just calling to tell me that he had an accident, she pretended like she was calling to find out if he had extra clothes.

Yes he has extra clothes. They are in his cubby with his name on them!

OK so it wasn't that big of a deal until the next day when she called to inform me that James hit one of the little girls on her forehead so hard that it started to swell up and they had to put a cold compress on it. At first I just took her word for it, but after school James insisted that he didn't hit her with his hand, but he was swinging his head around. So, I called the teacher and this is how it went.

Me: Did you actually see James hit her with his fist?

Teacher: No, but that is what Chloe said happened. (Chloe is a 3yr old)

Me: Well, James said he accidentally hit her while he was swinging his head around.

Teacher: Well, Chloe said....You get the idea.

Let me just say. If you have a 3 yr old, you know that it is not physically possible for them to hit someone so hard with their hand that it swells up.

So, fast forward to today. Samm has had a runny nose for the last couple of weeks and now James has one to. My initial thought was that it was just a cold, but I'm actually thinking that it might be because of the cat. Josh has looked at both of them and said they were fine.

However, once again I get a phone call from the teacher in the middle of the day.

Teacher: James has mucus and a low grade fever.

Me: Oh, do I need to come get him?

Teacher: No, he can stay, but you need to take him to the doctor and make sure he isn't contagious.

Me: (a little bit confused) OK I'll call and make an appointment for him.

So I make the appointment for tomorrow and when I pick James up from school the assistant teacher hands me a paper that I need to have signed by the doctor. It says. James has yellowish mucus and a low grade fever of 97.6 degrees.

I'm sorry, did you go to college? Do you really have a teaching degree? 97.6 is not a low grade fever. It's not even a fever at all! Oh, and that yellowish mucus. It's called snot. Kids have that sometimes. Good thing someones tax dollars are going to be paying for that doctor visit tomorrow.

But here is the real kicker. During our conversation she actually said to me "I know he is sick because yesterday he stayed in one center all during center time and I usually have to tell him to just pick one. Then today he has been sitting and listening to me all day and usually he is bouncing off the walls."

So, because my son was being good he must be sick!

I don't know if I can handle this for another 7 months. I'm thinking about just pulling him out. After all, it's not like the kids not going to get into college someday because he didn't go to preschool.