I am a mom of a Kindergartner…I think I am finally somewhat comfortable with that fact. It’s not quite so scary to think about anymore, although it sure does make me feel old.
I went to pick Jack up from school on Tuesday and found out from a fellow student’s mom that my son has acquired a nickname. This is apparently a “not nice” nickname and one that Jack doesn’t like – “Quesadilla.” He hadn’t mentioned it to me, but his classmate/friend told his mom because it was upsetting him.
I asked Jack about it and he seemed annoyed that I had found out and pouted on the way home. We talked about what to do when kids called him names. I didn’t have much to offer, but suggested that he make a joke of it and asked to be called Chocolate or something else that he likes. Or to respond with, “If I’m a quesadilla, you’re a taco!” Or something.
What the hell kind of nickname is Quesadilla, anyway? There are worse things to be called, for sure, but Jack is pretty set on being just “Jack.” I just can’t figure out why in the world he’d be named after a Mexican food item. 😛 Kids are weird.
This week Jack also came home with a piece of paper that a girl in his class had written that said, “I love Jack.” He couldn’t remember which girl it was from, though. At least the good and bad balance out a bit, right?