My afternoon was going pretty smoothly until
I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. On the other end was the principal of Northwood Elementary.
"I'm calling about your son," she began, her tone all business. "He's been telling lies. We're concerned about his behavior."
"My son?" I asked.
She sighed, clearly annoyed. "Yes, your son. He once again told his teacher he was unable to show his homework as his dog ate it and this along with many other excuses he has made is totally unacceptable"
I took a moment, letting the absurdity of it sink in. Then, a slow smile spread across my face. "He sounds like a very talented kid," I replied. "He must be truly gifted, because I don't have any children."
"I'm calling about your son," she began, her tone all business. "He's been telling lies. We're concerned about his behavior."
"My son?" I asked.
She sighed, clearly annoyed. "Yes, your son. He once again told his teacher he was unable to show his homework as his dog ate it and this along with many other excuses he has made is totally unacceptable"
I took a moment, letting the absurdity of it sink in. Then, a slow smile spread across my face. "He sounds like a very talented kid," I replied. "He must be truly gifted, because I don't have any children."
