Gangland

Last night, The Lovely Wife and I were in the middle of our nightly ritual of sitting on the couch and trying to stay awake past 8:30 and going over the day's events. One of which involves telling each other what our five year old has deigned to share about his day. You could call him a little disinterested with school, as I'm sure are most five year old boys. This results in him usually telling us that he did "nothing" that day, or more often than not, that he has completely forgotten what he's been doing for the last 8 hours or so. Thankfully, parent-teacher interviews have at least shown us what the daily ritual is for his class, so we can ask pointed questions about things he did or did not do.

One thing TLW told me yesterday was that he's joined a club. This is on top of the school's Kids' Council, a teacher/student collective for which he was chosen to represent his class, being that he showed some air of confidence and capability in listening and re-delivering the monthly meeting notes to his class. I'm all about him making connections and getting something more out of school, so I pressed on...

"What kind of club?"
"Like... a club. Of kids."
"You mean, like a gang?"
"YEAH. That's the word he used".

I'm sure that if my face was a computer screen, it would have had WTF all over it. 

So, with that bit of news on us, I vowed to try and get a little more information on the subject the following day. This morning, after dropping off his little brother at daycare, the quizzing began.

"So... tell me about this gang."
"It's just some kids."
"What does this gang do?"
"Nothing. They build a house at the bottom of the hill" (I'm guessing out of snow, since I see very little lumber at the schoolyard)
"How does someone get involved with them?"
"They sign you up."
"They do? How do they know who to sign up."
"Only the tough kids."
"Who else is on there?"
"Owen...and some Grade 1s"
"Why did they pick you?"
"Owen told them I was tough."
"What does tough mean?"
"I don't know. That people can't hurt you."
"What other kinds of things do you do?"
"We spy on people...."
"Are there girls in the gang?"
"No."
"Is Peter (a friend down the street) in the gang?"
"No, it's only up to Grade 1."
"So, what will you be doing with them?"
"Not building that house cuz BORING."
"Are there girls in the gang?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Well, some girls help out with the house."

It's at this point I'm maybe feeling a little better about things, since he clearly doesn't get the gang connotation, but I'm about to hammer it home.

"This gang doesn't do anything to anyone, right? They don't call anyone names or pick on them."
"No, no, no..."
"Good, because I don't want you hanging out with anyone who does that. It's important to me that you're nice to everyone."

And then I sort of let it lie, since I was already a little exhausted from having a conversation with my boy who is not yet six, that I am sure I didn't have with my own father until I was at least 12 years old (not that I was ever in a gang, unless Debate Club counts.)

It's been an interesting year so far, people.

Posted bythemikestand at 10:37 AM  

6 stepped up to the mike:

bethany actually said... 3:01 PM, January 26, 2010  

I laughed at the idea of a Debate Gang. I could totally see you in that.

Deeza said... 3:43 PM, January 26, 2010  

Priceless :)
Willi

mmmmmpig said... 5:12 PM, January 26, 2010  

awesome! Little Man is not in any gangs or mafias that I am aware of, but maybe I should ask...

sarah doow said... 6:52 PM, January 26, 2010  

I guess Debate Gang would at least pick on you and then listen respectfully while you defended yourself.

Sarah said... 10:12 PM, January 26, 2010  

Sometimes when I think of Clarke growing up I wonder what the hell I've gotten myself into.

Steph said... 12:22 PM, January 28, 2010  

uh oh. I think I might have been an unwitting gang member at the age of six..

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