I was looking at Luke's homework agenda for the week, and read that he has to bring something in on Friday, to share with the class. I figured he would bring in some kind of Lego creation, but no, he wants to bring in his stuffed Puppy dog, that he sleeps with every night.
I bought Puppy at FAO Schwartz, when I was pregnant with Luke. It was the only thing I bought before having him, and it turned out to be his favorite animal. Luke loves to hear me tell the story of how I went shopping that day, very excited to be having a baby, and how much we loved the baby already, and wanted to buy a special gift for it.
But I'm not too keen on him bringing Puppy to school though, and here's why.
Last year we were getting ready for school, it was cold and snowy, and we couldn't find his gloves. I was afraid we were going to miss the bus, so I grabbed a pair of lavender colored mittens, put them on his hands, and off he went.
When he came home that afternoon, he got off the bus, with his head hanging down, and a sad look on his face. I asked him what was wrong, he said "The big kids made fun of my purple mittens."
I felt like the worse Mom ever, I basically fed him straight to the bullies mouths.
There are always going to be those kids who make fun of others, I get it. I was called a "Carpenters Dream" in seventh grade, since I was "flat as a board and needed a screw." Fun times. But you can see why I'm putting my foot down about Puppy not going to school. I don't want any other seven year old's to make fun of having a stuffed animal, or making him feeling bad about something he loves. I told Luke that since Puppy is so special, we don't want to risk him losing him on the bus or at school. So he's going to choose something else.
And I'll make sure to keep Puppy away from Frank, the Stuffed Animal Eating Dog.