The problem with Page

Page wanted to go to the book fair today (and yesterday, too, but that's irrelevant). Since he was on yellow, instead of the reds of the previous days, Geoff and I said, "Sure," pointing out that we weren't going to buy anything today as not one of us had any money on us.

Inside the library, where the book fair was set up, Page showed us what he was drooling over (a Star Wars book... which would have been better had it not been Lego-ed). I looked around for a little bit till my leg gave out, and then Geoff continued to kid-wrangle.

As I sat on the bench, with my back to the fair, there entered one of Page's classmates, L. How did L introduce Page to his mom? "This is Page. He's the one who's always bad at school."

Granted, there was an element of awe in there, but...

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Anyway, point is I hate having a kid who's just as much of a social misfit as I ever was. Different kind of misfit (mostly), but... Not that there was much of a chance of his keeping his innate skills in the face of such parentage. *pouts*

*headdesk*

Neighbor called the freaking cops on Page.

Page and Neighbor!boy spray painted each other (Page got it in the eye, Neighbor!boy got a bit more than that, but eyes were avoided).

Just to emphasize the ridiculousness of this, Page is six, Neighbor!boy is three.


I...

Yeah.


Neighbor is... getting eyerolls from more than me at this point. (And poor Neighbor!lady. Neighbor is ruining her life.)

However, I took advantage of the cops being here and asked them to talk to Page, reminding him that hitting (and spraying) is bad, mmm'kay? Maybe the authority of the uniform will help get the message through where the authority of Mom fails.