Call #1, November 2nd: Biting a friend, no skin broken.
Call #2, December 2nd: Indecent exposure. Mariah was on a "rampage" ripping up everyone's art and Callum decided he'd like some of that attention. "In an effort to steal her thunder, he shouted'Hey turn off the lights for a show!'" and whipped out his penis. Later, in tears, when I asked why, "I wanted everyone to laugh at me."
Call #3, December 7th: Boys on boys under the bathroom stall door peeping. The after school lady is explaining in great detail that there was a gaggle of kinder boys and a ringleader and she won't stop nervously talking in circles. "So, what you're trying to tell me is that my kid was the ringleader?" "NO! HE'S A VICTIM!!!" and "But these kind of things happen all the time!" (And please don't try to get me fired or call my boss or threaten to sue or freak out.) "OH! Don't worry, we're cool. He exposed himself to his entire kindergarten class last week so this is nothing! I am so relieved!" After school program lady did not seem to share my great sense of relief. Oops.
It feels safe to assume there will be a part 2.