Standing in line

Joey's been in school for 3 whole weeks now.

Yesterday he got sent to the "thinking spot" for the first time because him and Jeffrey wouldn't get in line. He was really upset about that when I picked him up. He was making his drama queen face with his drama queen voice. I told him it was okay, and not to cry. He said "I'm NOT crying! I'm just really very maaaaaad!"

Oh well, lesson learned. Now he'll make a line.

I dropped him off this morning and made him walk his little body to the cafeteria himself. He ate breakfast at home, so we didn't need to do the stand-in-line-and-get-your-card-then-pick-out-your-milk-and-get-your-cereal-and-toast-and-juice-and-find-your-table-and-open-your-cereal-and-milk routine. The line to go in to the cafeteria was still outside (they hadn't opened yet). I told him to go to the end of the line. To him, apparently the end of the line meant the middle of the line where he shortcutted. I had since forgotten, since it's been so long since i've been in grade school, but shortcutting is a big, huge, giant, NONO! Kids are very big on that. I was far away and don't know if anybody said anything to him, or anything...he went in with the rest of the kids, in his little stolen spot. No blackeyes or bruises, so I don't think he got beaten up by any 3rd graders. I'm gonna have a talk with him about shortcutting though. I dont' want him to be known as the kid that short-cuts, and has boogers (he wouldn't let me pick it out, lol).