As I watched, the woman picked up Johnny’s spoon, scooped up a portion of mashed potatoes, and pressed it against his lips.
“Eat!” she cried.
Johnny shook his head violently, his mouth firmly closed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Open your mouth and eat!” the woman said angrily.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
Johnny was looking deeply distressed. The woman cried, “You are going to sit here until you clean your plate!”
I saw a small portion of mince, mash, and vegetables left on Johnny’s plate. I knew my son was not a big eater; I never pushed it when he told me he’d had enough.
Johnny opened his mouth to protest, and the teacher quickly pushed the spoon in. I saw my son choke and sputter. I’d had enough! I opened the door and stormed in.
“Get away from my son!” I cried in anger.
The woman looked up, and her mouth hung open. “Parents aren’t allowed in the dining room!” she cried.
