Number One may be grounded for the rest of his life. I can’t even talk about it. I’ll get there, but not today.
Number Two is grounded for the first time ever. This morning was 45 degrees. I told the boys they had to wear pants. Number Two argued with me incessantly about it. Finally, I yelled at him. “It’s not a request. I’m not asking. I don’t need your opinion. Go put on some fracking pants NOW and if I hear another word about it, you’re punished”. He put on jeans, and pouted around the house for the next 15 minutes. Then he asked “hey, can I wear sweat pants instead of jeans?” “Sure.. I just said you had to wear pants.”
Today was the day I teach art in his class. I got to the school at 1:30, gave the lesson at 1:45 and then started the art project with his class. About 30 minutes into it, I realize that he’s wearing shorts. HE SNUCK SHORTS IN HIS BACKPACK and changed clothes BEFORE SCHOOL like a god-damned teenage girl!!
So, Number Three and I are going to do every fun thing I can think of this weekend while the other two are punished. Bastards.
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