I've Been Knitting

I've been knitting, I promise. Slip knot and knit pinky swear, I have been knitting. Only, I went to post pictures and my computer gives me Dr. PostMortem error every time I attached my camera. Which cannot be good.

So, I'm going to tell a story.

School let out early on Friday because the entire town had to prepare for the Sauerkraut Festival.

The festival is huge. I overheard someone say it ranks number 28 on the list of top 100 festivals to attend. I'm not sure if there is a caveat "in Ohio" in that statement, but pretty impressive figure either way.

You want sauerkraut pizza, fudge, sundae, hotdog, cabbage roll...you name it and somebody has figured out a way to put sauerkraut in it.

The kids and I attacked the festival on Saturday. We got sauerkraut pizza, kettle corn and cotton candy. That is 3 booths we hit and it took us 2 hours to walk less than 2 blocks, wait in line, eat our food and catch the shuttle home.

Crazy.

Only the Sauerkraut festival is not the story. The story is what happened on Friday at school with James.

This is story of a boy conducting Star Wars battles on the playground. He was immersed in the pretend world of starship galactic battleships, torpedo lasers and the sounds of R2D2 assuring him all is well. When out of nowhere a bogey boy torpedo smashed into him and the pretend world dissolved in a shower of stars.

The boy did what any normal short on "flight" and deep on "fight" does, he fought back. Shaking the pretend Star Wars battle from his mind, he took on the bogey boy.

I got the paperwork on Tuesday stating James had been sent to the principal's office and had lost a recess for "loss of control".

Knowing my child, all I could envision was this little 45 lb blonde berserker on the playground taking on some poor kid who didn't even know what hit him.

The only upside to the entire story was that James was jumped first. So, bonus that James wasn't instigating a fight. Which totally is possible. He's just THAT kid. I'm THAT mom. It is how it happens.

James informed me I know the kids mom. One text (small town USA) and I got the name of the mom. I do know her. She knows me.

The next 12 years are going to be long and challenging.

All this happened and Jesse's Student of the Month award got a little side note. Makes me sad.

Girlfriend advised James "Next time, run away and tell a teacher! That is what I'd do and cry. Crying helps.". James just looked at her and enunciated very clearly "He hit me first.". Because to him, that said it all. To Jesse, the world is about rules and rules say "Run away.". I love these two.

My children keep things interesting.