Really?

Yesterday Little Man told me about a new friend at school. He was quite excited that he had a new boy in his class. I asked him about recess and who he played with and what they did. He played with this new boy and they played poker. Yep you read that right POKER. I about died. Umm.. what do you mean poker? He explained that they had indoor recess and he did in fact play poker. Oh joy, he is six, does this really happen at six. I was skeptical, wondering if this new boy just taught my son a new game. But I was wrong my son taught him. Great right? That is what every parent wants to hear. And so I proceeded to ask Little Man where he learned it. Guess where? His teacher. He asked she explained it. And in good enough detail that he understood it. Isn't that what we all want for our kids to learn at school from their teacher? He even learned to bet with it.
Today has been eventful. I emailed the teacher with my concerns. Her reply was not understanding of our concerns. I tried to figure out what to do. I wanted acknowledgement that this would not happen again. And it wasn't happening. I have went between wanting to pull my kid out of school all together. To wanting a new teacher, to just being ticked. What kind of teacher does this? Really, did you think this was a good idea? It's not. Not at all. Eventually I found myself, Randy, the Principal (who is so not your PAL) and the teacher in one office. And finally an apology was said on behalf of the teacher, who was doing everything she could to deny and ignore that she had done anything wrong, or anything at all. I am frustrated with the situation. Frustrated at the fact that the teacher wasn't honest with us. And frustrated that part of my son's innocence was taken by his teacher.