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First it wasn't as bad as I thought it was, I thought they were at the playground before they realized, but really they were just outside the front door in the parking lot. So really it was only like 2 mins he was alone.
The teacher was devistated, she spent her break crying about it the day it happened, and was having a hard time holding back the tears at the meeting. Also, when the head teacher told her that I wouldn't be bringing in Christian back to school until we had a conference she was borderline hysterical blaming herself, crying, etc. It was the first time this had happened to her in 10yrs of teaching. And the last time it had happened in the entire school was 2 yrs ago.
It was poor communication between the teacher and assistant. The assistant was the one that was helping him in the stalls, so the teacher didn't know there was a problem, then the assistant got called over to help with something else in another class real quick. So the teacher was going to start them out on her own and the assistant would be right behind her. She had done her double-check in the bathrooms like she always does (looked for feet in the stalls) and didn't see any, and started out. She had counted heads at the door, but the kids were extra squirmy from waiting, so she accidentaly double counted someone. Then she got to the parking lot and got a funny feeling and counted again. Didn't get a correct count so she counted girls and the girls were ok, then she counted boys, and one was missing. The kids kept saying it was Jack, but she was like "no Jack's right here" so by then the assistant was done and had come out so she sent the assistant back in to check and she found Christian sitting in the chair looking out the window (he could probably hear them outside.)
I guess it's what you could call a comedy of errors. It should never happen, but we are all human, and I understand that trying to get 15 restless preschoolers to the bathroom and out to recess is a lot like hearding cats. I knew in my heart that it wasn't done on purpose (I wouldn't be sending him to this school if I thought the teachers were capable of that). I was just worried because I didn't get the feeling that the teachers took it as seriously as I thought they should. But to their credit, it was the assistant who told me about it durring pick-up (a very hectic time) and she wasn't the one who actually forgot about him so she could handle telling the story better - no tears, etc. I think the teacher asked her to talk to me so that she wouldn't start crying again.
So all's well that ends well. My biggest concern was not as much that it happened at all, but how big a deal it was to the teacher, and how often it happens in the school, and if they have procedures to help prevent it from happening in the future. If the teacher is mortified, and it's very rare for the school then all is as it should be. We are all human, ya know
Oh and about the front door, while it doesn't lock from the inside, my dh had a problem opening it (it's old and sticky) and it makes a terrible squeak when it opens. So DS doesn't have a way out, by material if not by design.
Thanks so much for all of your responses. It really encouraged me to make the push that was due as a parent, and also to maintain a level head and see it from the teacher's point of veiw. Thanks so much!