Hit me! Hit me!

Oldest Child got into trouble at school today. Before I go into it, the back story.

He had to play a card game for math homework. We played for a while, and I got bored.

K: "Hey, wanna learn another game?"
OC: "Ok."
K: "It's called Blackjack."
OC: "What's that?"
K: "It's almost the same, except you have to get as close to 21 as you can."
OC: "Ok."

So I taught him the basics: anything with a face on it is worth 10 points, aces are worth 1 (didn't get into the whole 11 thing, too complicated), and we started playing. He had a great time smacking the table and yelling "HIT ME!!!" We played for a while and he went to bed. Didn't think too much of it.

The husband just called to inform me of a phone call from the principal. Apparently, he had been explaining the game to a girl in his class, who took a particular liking to the "hit me" aspect, so she started yelling "HIT ME! HIT ME!" Oldest Child asked her to shut up, but she kept at it and wouldn't leave him alone.

So he hit her.

Now we have to meet with the principal on Monday. And I have to somehow explain to her that I was the one who taught him how to play Blackjack.

So! Let's sum up: I not only allow my 3 year old to read men's magazines, but I also teach my 2nd grader how to gamble and smack bitches around.

Someone print up my mother of the year award. Quick.