A note was sent home from the teacher stating that the entire class 'had trouble following the rules' today.
Surely Jake could not have been part of the disturbance.
I asked him if he had been naughty.
"Yes," he nodded.
"What did you do?"
"A kid jumped on top of me."
"Really? He jumped on you for no reason?"
"Yes," he said, looking pitiful."Then I couldn't get to my seat."
"I was trying to get to my seat."
"Well, did the kid jump on your back?"
Sigh. I can see I am going to have to dig for information in a most exhausting way.
"Were you walking to your seat when he jumped on you?"
Getting exasperated. "Well, what were you doing?"
Says tearfully, "I was laying on the floor like I was swimming, 'cause I was swimming to my seat."
It took great restraint not to bust out laughing.
We had a little talk about how we are not supposed to swim to our seats in the classroom but are to walk properly.