I sent my beautiful, innocent little son Sam off to school when he was five and a half. He was the oldest and hadn't been terribly exposed to 'worldly' kids. He'd been to kindy and pre school but the kids there were a lot like him - sweet and kind. So the first week of school was a bit of an eye-opening experience to both him and me.
It was only his third day when he came home and asked me a question that had been bothering him all day.
"Mum, am I a poofer?" (He meant poofter - a not-so-nice word referring to male homosexuals)
I'm sure I didn't hide the look of horror - not that my son might be homosexual, but that someone had obviously addressed him that way. I might blow snot rockets (very badly) but I had no intention of my kids using derogatory language like that - and especially using it incorrectly.
I assured him that he wasn't and left it at that. After all he hadn't asked me what a 'poofer' was and having to explain it was going to open a whole new can of worms. Five and a half is a little young to be learning about sex.
Then the very next day he came home proud with his new knowledge.
"I know what the rude finger is!"
We had to have a conversation about rude words and rude gestures. And I was incensed that my gorgeous little boy was being sullied by exposure to a lower element. So I went to see the teacher.
I explained why I was there and her eyes almost rolled back in her head. Yep, I was one of 'those' parents. An over-protective complainer. She explained very slowly to me, like I was a bit simple, that there was very little she could do when kids get together in the playground and what Sam had learnt wasn't part of the curriculum.
Basically her message was 'suck it up, he's going to hear it whether you want him to or not.
Yesterday Toby had a similar exposure to, shall we say, a rougher element. Hamish is a West Highland White (I actually just typed shite - it's funny what your fingers can come up with subliminally) terrier who often walks around the same areas as Toby and I. His owner Joan is a lovely older lady but, quite frankly, her Hamish has not been brought up as nicely as Toby.
When Toby meets a dog he wags his tail and assumes the 'let's play' pose. He may sniff a butt or two (and sometimes even an owners crotch) but I see that as acceptable doggy behaviour.
When Hamish meets another dog he goes straight into humping mode. And it doesn't really matter which end he's at. A head is as good as a tail in Hamish's book. While I totally 'get' that Toby is an attractive dog, Hamish's behaviour is akin to paedophilia and it had Toby totally bewildered. I will be giving Joan a wide berth next time I see her.
And then there was THE CAT.
Last week we took a new route which took us past the house of one of Josh's primary school friends. We were just walking past the front gate when I saw THE CAT sitting on the front path staring at Toby with his round green eyes.Toby took little interest in him but I can't say the same about THE CAT. He started to follow us down the street.
I thought he'd lose interest once we'd reached the boundary of his property but no - THE CAT wanted to make sure that we were well and truly gone. We walked a few paces and THE CAT walked a few paces. We stopped and THE CAT stopped. It was a bit like a scene in a bad spy movie.This continued with Toby getting increasingly excited about his new companion so I decided to let Toby say hello. Toby did his usual - got down in the play pose - and that's when all hell broke loose. That territorial, dog-hating feline came at us hissing and spitting and flashing evil-looking talons. So we exited, stage left - one of us with his tail between his legs.
Sometimes the only safe place is home in bed with your 'sister'.
So in one week we have learnt a little of the birds and the bees and we've also learnt that not everyone is friendly. And I thought we live in a nice neighbourhood.
aw poor Toby! I don't know why, but Lucy is terrible with cats. I put it down to my cat hating hubby encouraging her to chase a cat perhaps when she was a puppy. I'm sure Lucy would love to meet Toby one day. Even now at 2 and a half I get the "she must be a puppy" comments!ReplyDelete
Love this post! I'm the youngest of four kids and my mom still feels she must protect me like that sometimes. Our youngest dog, the infamous Spiral, learn these lessons every day but I protect him as well :)ReplyDelete
Okay I have no idea what a poofer is. And I hope I don't roll my eyes at parents. I actually feel quite sympathetic over this issue. The bus to school is the worst.ReplyDelete
Poor sweet Toby to be exposed to these things at such a young age. I adore westies but after hearing your humping story I'm glad I don't have one.ReplyDelete
Hilarious comment on my blog today. I adore your humor!
Oh no, poor Toby. Well, he's learning the ways of the world at an early age at least. Should be no problems with him as he gets older :).ReplyDelete
It's sad that all over the world, people judge others for all sorts of reasons. Why can't people learn to look inward before criticizing others?! Shame on the parents of the children who called your son names. Shame on the teacher for not stopping the bullying!ReplyDelete
On a brighter note: love the puppy photos!!!
As soon as the kids go to school a lot of influences enter their life, that are not always great unfortunately. Sometimes I wish I could protect their innocence.ReplyDelete
I love reading your posts. I too waited to send my daughter to school - everyone else was sending them out at 21/2 - like pre-pre-pre-K was a good thing (?) I quickly became one of "those" mother's, too. As for my Jack Russell, if there's food, she's very well behaved, otherwise, she's happily relentless in every way!ReplyDelete
Poor Toby! So much to take on in one week! It's a dog eat dog world...ReplyDelete
Oh boy! I sure wish Miles and Toby could have a good play. I assure you he is good-natured and usually respectable... although VERY rambunctious! I have seen mellow dogs hide behind their owners because they don't want to play anymore. Ha!ReplyDelete