At Least He’s Honest
February 27, 2007
Story preface: I had to go get Spiff from his school today (and then go back to work with him) because he “double dosed”, meaning he took his medication twice this morning so he ended up being incredibly anxious and nowhere near even-keeled. I choose to blame the FCATs for this, since they cause such anxiety anyway.
Cut to this afternoon, when after my bus duty, Scamp walks into my classroom with me to find his older brother sitting at the big table that doubles as my desk.
Scamp: Spiff, what are you doing in this class?
Spiff: I’m just here visiting. (he goes back to coloring)
Spiff: Mom, why is he here in you class? (the you is deliberate, it’s exactly how he said it)
Mom: He got sick today at school and had to leave class and be picked up. I had to go get him and bring him back here.
Scamp: I’m sick of my class too, mom. I’m going to be sick of my class tomorrow, okay?
