His 4th and 5th grade school year went like this…
He would run out of the classroom and down the hall to sit and visit with the principal (Mr. M)!
Due to him being non-verbal he would not ask! At any moment he would barge into his office and take a seat like it was visiting time!!! He wouldn’t notice if the principal was busy on the phone or in a meeting. Tristan probably didn’t care if Mr. M looked busy. He had achieved his goal.
This is Part 2…
Last week I shared when my son, Tristan, pulled the fire alarm at school.
I was so embarrassed! Let me continue the rest of the story…
After I crawled out from under the rock and got my thoughts together I desperately wanted to know if this was going to happen again. I knew I had to know more about Tristan’s reaction. I waited to hear from the school. A few weeks went by… and I heard NOTHING regarding Tristan pulling the fire alarm.
I have met people over the years that have experienced this story. If you are reading this at this applies to you, feel free to leave a comment below. You may add a detail that I didn’t know about.
At the end of each school year, we like to thank the teacher’s that have invested so much into our little guy. Of course we like to give a gift that is memorable. Continue reading
When Tristan attended Kindergarten and First grade, we took him to school. The nice part was we got to interact with the teachers and assistants on a daily basis. One day, there was an interesting greeting. Mrs. S said, “Good Morning Mr. Fontaine how are you?” Brian replied. Although what he said and what Mrs. S heard were two different words. So, Mrs. S paused and said, “Wow that is pretty good. I don’t know what to say.” Brian replied he was “terrific”, but Mrs. S thought he said “perfect”. Another healthy dose of laughter from our home!
I have to say this is one of MY most embarrassing stories. I really wish this didn’t happen, but it did. A few years ago, Tristan came home from school. His artificial eye came home in a baggie. That alone could have been enough excitement for one day but… I was totally embarrassed when we realized he left the house with “The favorite sweater”.
Let me explain. THE sweater that Tristan loved is blue and has this pattern all over it. I didn’t particular care for it. Yet for some reason Tristan LOVED this sweater. In fact, he would hunt all over the house for it. He would find it in dirty piles, clean piles, in the washing machine and in the dryer. He has pulled it out of the washing machine wet and put it on! …
I vaguely remember how that morning went. I noticed Tristan putting on THE sweater before school. I thought to myself ” I need to change him out of the sweater before we leave because Tristan grabbed it from the dirty pile.” That thought came and went…and NOW 7 hours have passed!!! 7 hours later, we greeted Tristan off the bus. Immediately we took him to the bathroom. I said to Brian, “Oh No!” Brian looked at me and said, “Oh Yes.” In disbelief I asked, “Did we let him go to school with THE sweater?” Yes we did. The sweater was DIRTY. I mean REALLY dirty he had Spaghettio’s sauce all over it! I wanted to die of embarrassement! The eye was nothing. It was the sweater that sent me over the edge. Another healthy dose of laughter from our home!
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