Pants on the Ground, Pants on the Ground, Lookin’ like a Fool with your Pants on the Ground

Last Tuesday we got THE CALL. From Will’s principal.

Sigh.

Turns out he was in the coat room at the end of the day with 2 other boys. He told them to pull his pants down. They did. They saw his underwear.

The Principal said he was very forthright about what happened, and she realized it was prankish behavior (as opposed to what?!). She said she spoke to the boys about right to privacy, and hands to self. (Don’t those just sound like phrases you’d find in the “How to be a Principal” handbook?)

We put him in his room for the night and banned him from most cartoons.

I would like to thank most of my readers, who already heard this story and giggled. Because I sort of giggled, too.

And I would like to give a shout-out to my friend Isabel who pointed out that she would be more worried if she was the mother of the boys who listened to Will and followed his commands. Yea, that’s right, my boy’s a leader, not a follower!

And another shout-out to an anonymous friend who once shared the following email she received from her son’s swim class instructor. She shared it with me in the spirit of calming me down and showing me that boys laughing at their appendages is normal behavior:

*** 

Hello Parents of Boys in my class-

This week and last I got lots of complaints after swim class.  It's  
unclear to me exactly who is doing what and who is actually bothered  
by it... but apparently some or all boys are enjoying talking about  
butts, butt cracks and penises in the locker room.  Some of the boys  
like to dance and wiggle those bare body parts as well while  
changing.  Yes, I did manage to talk about this with the class with a  
straight face- but I really do need your help.  Please remind your boy  
about school- appropriate behavior/language in the locker room, thanks.

***

Thanks for your support, friends!

But, wait.

It gets better.

And I’m being sincere here, not sarcastic.

On Friday night, Will ran into his teacher at Dairy Queen. The line was long and our family was near the front, while his teacher and her family were in the back. He ran back and said hello and chatted with her.

Later, our families ended up eating our treats near one another. We got to chatting. His teacher told me that when Will came and said hi, she turned to her husband and told him, “If one of our daughters comes home in 10 years and says she has a date with Will, I’ll be happy. He’s a good boy.”

Yea!

He’s a good boy!

I might carry this one around in my heart forever!

Let’s just hope that if Will ever does go on a date with one of his teacher’s daughters that he doesn’t ask her to pull his pants down.