During our first session of the parenting class, a couple began giggling over something the teacher said. Like any teacher, she was curios over what the joke was.
The Mom: Well, the other day, at the babysitter’s, our son stepped on this huge lizard. He’s six, and that lizard was HUGE, bigger than his foot. I couldn’t believe how brave he was. I wouldn’t have gone near that thing.
The Teacher: I think you need to examine why you’re son felt it was ok to kill something.
The Mom: ?
The Teacher: Your son decided it was ugly and scary and needed to be killed.
The rest of the class: ?
I related the story a few days later to the other moms at Tornado E’s kindergarten class as we watched the kids stare at a baby lizard they corralled in a corner.
Me: . . . And what made your son want to kill it? Um, it’s called the Y chromosome.
We laughed and looked at the boys. Tornado E had taken it upon himself to step on the lizard, but he kept missing.
Me: TORNADO E! Don’t kill it! If you want to do something with it! Pick it up! (Pause) Like I said, Y chromosome.