Too Much Perfection?

While at work today, my cell phone started ringing. I really should change my ringtone because hearing the lyrics "You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like we do at the discovery channel!" is probably not work appropriate. But, as usual, I digress...

I answered the phone and it was the wutz's teacher. She was calling to inform that my darling angel had dropped trou, while playing on the playground, and urinated in the grass. It took me the beat of a few moments to realize she expected me to be ahgast. When, really, I was thinking, "Isn't that what little 3 year old boys do??" I was good, though, I didn't say that. I acted appropriately appalled and told her I was and that we would handle it. She said he was in time-out for punishment and she would talk to him as well.

Then she let it slip that another little boy did the very same thing yesterday. Well, okay, lady... why the hell do you think my child is suddenly urinating on the playground then? Because one of your OTHER students taught him that trick. So YOU deal with it instead of calling me at work and bothering me with what is a non-issue to me.

Again, I was good and didn't say that. I just promised we'd give him a good talking to.

*sigh*

What can I say? He's all boy. Deal with it.