overboard

There are times when I'm a bit nutty.  Especially when it involves my child.  Usually his health is one of those topics that sends me over the crazy ledge, but this isn't actually one of those times.

Fasten your seat belts.  This is a good one.

I happen to believe that Reese is the best child on Earth.  Call me biased, but I know others who believe the same thing.  Coincidence?  I think not. I also blame my dad for this obsession with my child.  You see, he totally thinks Jackson and I hung the moon.  And shh... don't tell him we didn't.  I learned early that it's basically a parent responsibility to laud your kid at all opportunities.

Which brings us to the here and now.  Specifically, every Monday for the last few months.  Monday, you ask?  Yes, the day when Reese's classroom selects a new student of the week.  A special student to do special things.  For example, be the line leader and get water first.  Really big, important things when you're three. And really disappointing when every Monday it's not you.  I mean, his self esteem is suffering people!

So today, I asked.  I finally bit the bullet and asked his afternoon teachers what the exact criteria is for being chosen.  Am I crazy?  Possibly.  But I'd like to know.  Because the past two weeks the students chosen have been the class BITER and the kid who sits in time out on the playground EVERY SINGLE DAY.

What's the dang deal? Apparently his afternoon teachers {two adorable, bubbly college girls} don't do the selecting, but they are going to check with the big dog teachers tomorrow.  The campaign begins.  I'm on a mission....