As we were leaving school yesterday one of Carter’s friends turned to me and said in a most accusing voice, “Carter pushed me today on the playground.” And he watched to see if I would chastise or beat Carter right then and there.
Gareth and Carter have had a love-hate relationship since they met in nursery last year and I knew his mother agreed when she turned back and responded with a sigh, “I’m sure he did nothing to provoke it.” nod, nod, wink, wink
Carter has no qualms telling stories about himself – even when incriminating – so I asked, “Hey man, what happened on the playground?” And the story goes like this…
Watipa, a little girl in his class, got a haircut the day before and she was afraid that the boys would laugh at her because she was bald like a boy. She didn’t want to take her hat off on the playground. But Gareth kept chasing her and trying to steal her hat. So, Carter concluded, “I had to block him.”
Gallant, admirable, sweet boy. But still… Jeff and I continued to ask a few more clarifying questions. To which Carter sighed the sigh of man often unjustly accused and concluded, “Are you really so surprised?”