Well, first, if anyone asks you, please say, “She had an eleven year old? Really? I think you must be mistaken..” Bonus points if you can maintain eye contact!
No? Fine.
Oldest One’s story about how the knife got to school and how anyone saw it is SO full of holes that he clearly thinks we’re “retarded” (to use his favourite term). It doesn’t add up and his responses to questions were not what I’d call “forthcoming”. He hemmed and he hawed and he averted his eyes.
Obviously he no longer owns anything pointy and will not be permitted to own anything pointy for the rest of his life.
And we still haven’t decided what the consequences of this will be, other than a handwritten letter to the principal of the school thanking her for not suspending him and stating, clearly, that he realizes he broke the rules and will not do anything so “retarded” ever again.
But seriously, if someone calls and asks how many kids we have over here, could you just say, “Two”?
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Are you going to try to get the real story? I wonder why he did it? Probably the coolness factor. Let us know what you decide to do.
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Am swears up and down that yesterday the sun and moon and Mars were in Scorpio, and scorp rules all things pointy. So there you go. It only happens about once a year.
I remember having a boot knife in high school in my army boot. I thought it was cool. I know now, travelling around in a minivan as I do, that a knife comes in handy now and again, mostly to break into hermetically sealed American packaging of various things, like say, oh, underwear or camera batteries or anything you buy at Target. But other than that, I’m not flashing the damned thing around.
I hope it’s just an 11-year old thing about being cool and less about having ANY violent tendencies at all.
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