Where's your anchor?

Transition to Kindergarten has not been all smooth, sad to say.

Now, I've been hesitating posting this because I'm not sure that I want this particular event associated with him permanently on ye old interwebs. Suffice to say, he acted out one day in his after school program, directed at one of the teachers there.

Brian and I had a long talk that night, and I started it off by asking him why he did what he did. Of course, he launched into a long and involved story about how he was wronged by another child. I tried to follow the winding narrative, and the bottom line was that he acted out towards a teacher, but he was actually angry with another child.

Which launched us into a discussion about dealing with anger appropriately. I actually thought the talk went quite well, and I managed to hit all the right points about how it's never okay to get physical with someone, and you have to find other ways to work through things, and sometimes it IS really hard to handle your anger.

He was saying all the right things, and nodding at all the right times, so I thought he was right there with me.

That is, until about 10 minutes into this conversation when he looked at me and asked, "Mom, how do you handle your anchor if it's attached to a ship?"

Sometimes, I forget that for all the eloquence, he's only five.