Chap Stick Caper
Pick my 4 year old up from her new preschool. She is still acting up, and now she has become a thief. She went behind the teacher's desk and grabbed a pair of scissors. The teacher was startled when another child yelled "Ahhh, Amari cut me!" Well, she didn't cut her, she put the closed pair of scissors on her arm and acted like she was cutting her arm...still scary. Well, the teacher was not aware that while behind her desk she took the basket of chap stick (that the teacher apparently has for each child) and put them in her pocket.
When I picked her up, she had 2 tubes of chap stick in her possession. I gave them to the afternoon teacher, and she explained to me how they are behind Ms. Pam's desk. When we get home, she is quiet in her room (which is not normal, she's never quiet), and there is a look of guilt on her face to go along with the shiney sheen on her lips. I asked her, "what's in your pocket?"
"Nothing mommy," she says as she pulls her blanket over her lap.
I go over to check her pockets and she immediately protects her stash by pulling he blanket completely over her. I put my hand in her pocket and pull out a tube of chap stick, and another, and another, and another...my God she's like David Copperfield, and another, and another, now it's like clowns in a car, how many can she have in here....well, 13 total tubes of cap stick were in her one pocket. Osh Kosh knows how to make some deep pockets.
I tell her how bad it is to steal things and that it was wrong of her to take these. I put them in a large zip lock baggie and put them on the kitchen counter so I remember to take them back to the school.
Not even 10 minutes go by and I hear the crunch of the plastic of above zip mentioned zip lock baggie. Again, she has the chap sticks in her possession.
Again, I explain to her how wrong this is, and that THEY ARE NOT HERS! To test her, I put the baggie on top of her desk. I pretend to leave the room and watch her through the crack of the door. She watches tv, she looks up at the bag, scratches her head, she looks at the bag, she looks at her nails, she looks at the bag......she gets up, she grabs the bag. She scoots her butt back towards the wall to hide further out of sight.
I opened the door and asked her what she had. "Nothing mommy," she says. I grab the bag from her and smack her hand once. She doesn't cry, but when I take the bag, she cries for the chap stick. I count them to make sure they are all there. I put the bag on top of the desk and tell her not to touch them, they do not belong to her. Well, after 5 more times of her grabbing the bag and getting her hand smacked, I gave up. She doesn't get it. I'm so frustrated with this behavior because she does it with everything...the chap stick is just the tip of the iceberg.
Her therapist says she can't be sure if she has fetal alcohol syndrome without asking the birth mom if she drank while pregnant with her, especially since she has no physical characteristics besides the lazy eye when she yawns...well, at least she will have glossy, moisturized lips.
When I picked her up, she had 2 tubes of chap stick in her possession. I gave them to the afternoon teacher, and she explained to me how they are behind Ms. Pam's desk. When we get home, she is quiet in her room (which is not normal, she's never quiet), and there is a look of guilt on her face to go along with the shiney sheen on her lips. I asked her, "what's in your pocket?"
"Nothing mommy," she says as she pulls her blanket over her lap.
I go over to check her pockets and she immediately protects her stash by pulling he blanket completely over her. I put my hand in her pocket and pull out a tube of chap stick, and another, and another, and another...my God she's like David Copperfield, and another, and another, now it's like clowns in a car, how many can she have in here....well, 13 total tubes of cap stick were in her one pocket. Osh Kosh knows how to make some deep pockets.
I tell her how bad it is to steal things and that it was wrong of her to take these. I put them in a large zip lock baggie and put them on the kitchen counter so I remember to take them back to the school.
Not even 10 minutes go by and I hear the crunch of the plastic of above zip mentioned zip lock baggie. Again, she has the chap sticks in her possession.
Again, I explain to her how wrong this is, and that THEY ARE NOT HERS! To test her, I put the baggie on top of her desk. I pretend to leave the room and watch her through the crack of the door. She watches tv, she looks up at the bag, scratches her head, she looks at the bag, she looks at her nails, she looks at the bag......she gets up, she grabs the bag. She scoots her butt back towards the wall to hide further out of sight.
I opened the door and asked her what she had. "Nothing mommy," she says. I grab the bag from her and smack her hand once. She doesn't cry, but when I take the bag, she cries for the chap stick. I count them to make sure they are all there. I put the bag on top of the desk and tell her not to touch them, they do not belong to her. Well, after 5 more times of her grabbing the bag and getting her hand smacked, I gave up. She doesn't get it. I'm so frustrated with this behavior because she does it with everything...the chap stick is just the tip of the iceberg.
Her therapist says she can't be sure if she has fetal alcohol syndrome without asking the birth mom if she drank while pregnant with her, especially since she has no physical characteristics besides the lazy eye when she yawns...well, at least she will have glossy, moisturized lips.