Jude's school has been color-coding notes home so he knows exactly what kind of message we're getting. A blue paper is for good reports and a pink paper is for bad reports.
The problem is that Jude has the memory of a goldfish. When I pick him up, he forget s how bad his day was, like today...
Jude (excited to see me): Mommy, I had a good day today! I was a good boy!
Me: Jude, are you sure you had a good day? Why do I have a pink paper? Did you make a bad choice?
Jude (discouraged): I'm tired of getting pink papers.
Me too, little buddy.
Nikki, Your posts here are so precious! I'm so glad you keeping adding these little peeks into the fun of having children! :)
Oh, Nikki, isn't that just a horrible thing to do to little kids? We have a stack of pink slips we saved from Trav's school days. Some weeks, we'd get five pink slips home. Some of the stuff he got written up for was ridiculous. We finally just made a joke out of it - we discussed wallpapering our house in pink slips. What else can you do when your kid just can't win?
Poor little guy. It just makes my heart ache.