I have just picked my son up from school.
It’s friday so I ask him how he did on his spelling test.
(He has a spelling test every friday)
He tells me he got 100%.
He tells me he cheated.
I ask him how he cheated.
He tells me he wrote the words on a piece of paper in the morning and he turned this paper in after the test was given.
I am still confused.
He is only seven.
I tell his older brother who I think can get more information out of him.
His brother tries to understand the cheating better.
I tell him on Monday we must go to school early to talk to his teacher.
He must tell her he cheated.
He worries about it all weekend.
I tell him cheating is bad.
He worries, and worries and worries.
By Monday morning he is distraught.
On the way to school I ask him where he learned about cheating.
He tells me from Sam and Kat.
(Sam and Kat are on Nick)
And now I am remembering a conversation I only half listened to between two friends.
A while ago they talked about Sam and Kat and how they give their kids bad ideas.
They do not allow them to watch the show.
Now I am sad because I feel like I am responsible for my son’s cheating.
So we go to school and tell his teacher about the cheating.
I tell her how the idea came from Sam and Kat.
She is kind.
She tells my son she is happy he told her he cheated.
She tells him she will have to throw out his spelling test grade though.
I tell my son I am proud of him for doing the right thing.
I tell him sometimes the right thing is the hardest.
I tell him that is why some people do not do it.
They take the easy way out.
And then I drive home.
But I am sad.
I really liked Sam and Kat.
They make me laugh.
And now we can’t watch them anymore.