Only a Mother...

I have this one kid only a mother could love. Well, his dad loves him too I guess. Sometimes the mom drops him off or picks him up, sometimes the dad. They always go goo goo gaa gaa at the door every day as they take a couple of minutes to say goodbye. AND he is always late to class, or so close to being late there's not much difference.

The fact that his parents so CLEARLY think the world of him is in fact the only reason I can tolerate him. I keep trying to see what they see. ............I keep trying. Sometimes it's like, "His parents love him. His parents love him. His parents love him......... WHAT DO THEY SEE?"

I send him to time out alot. But I don't call it time out. Example:
"Mr. Brunner SHE"S looking a me!!!!!" "Who's looking at you?" "That girl over there!" "You mean that one two tables over, behind the other kid?" "Yeah, her, she keeps looking at me."
"How do you know?" "When I look at her, she's looking at me" Now he doesn't see the problem with this logic. So I say, "Well, does it hurt, when she's looking at you?" You can see the wheels turning back there behind his eyes. He knows what I'll say if he says no. So he says, "Yes, it hurts." So I say, "Tell you what, get your stuff and go way over there to that little desk in the corner and work there. That way she can't look at you and you won't get hurt."

He KNOWS this didn't work out the way he thought it would, but he just can't quite figure out what just happened.