Nothing worse than a Tattletale

My daughter's teacher emailed me yesterday afternoon to tell me about Zoe's less-than-great day. She said the day had started off with Zoe hitting Abby during circle time and had gone down hill from there. She ended by saying that there was no way to get Zoe to be still and that she was spinning around like a tornado over and over again for most of the day.

When I picked Zoe up after school, I asked her about her day and said I'd heard things didn't go so well.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said.

"That's fine. We'll go to horseback riding and then afterwards, I'll take you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant but we have to spend the first 10 minutes discussing your day. Is that fair?" I asked?

"10 minutes! That's such a long time," she cried.

"Well that's the deal," I said.

She finally agreed so when we made it to the restaurant and ordered our food, I opened by saying, your teacher sent me a note telling me you hit Abby and that you couldn't sit still for the entire day. Can you tell me what was going on?

"What? Miss Jennifer told on me? Ugh! I can't believe she told on me! That's not nice!," she said.

And the poor little thing truly was disgusted by the tattletale ways of her teacher. Apparently it's not appropriate for anyone to tattle ... even grown people.