Grant has been taking an inordinately long time to get his class work done. Halfway through a math problem his pencil will become a rocket… or a plane… or a robot that hops over and bothers his neighbor…. whatever.
He has lost recess and “free” time on a few occasions. A couple of times he has seemed surprised and had a few tears over it when it happens. (You can imagine how well HH and I tolerate whining and crying, I’m sure…)
We also discovered that he is giving his teacher a choice as to what to call him….
Grant… or TJ… Whatever…
Um, hello? Your name is Grant.
Learn it, live with it.
End of story.