He didn't dig yesterday, (except a hole for himself). From the moment he woke up, those hormones were working overtime, and he was picking at Emma. On the ride to our house he continually called Emma, "Dr. Constipation" or "Mrs. Buttcheeks" or "Captain Skidmarks." Now, I will tell you that Emma didn't understand half of what he was saying, but she knew it wasn't good. And, that was enough of a reason for her to act like Will beating her with a board. I had enough I mean, ENOUGH. Some days I can tune out the cray and drive, but not today. I had already talked to him that morning about the teasing, and I later found out the Kevin had the same conversation. So, what does a mom do who has had enough of a smart-mouthed child? Well, she pulls the van over, opens the door, and makes him walk. Uh huh.
DISCLAIMER - we were in my neighborhood, so don't go calling the po-po on me.
However, we were far enough for me to make a really good point. He kept saying, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." And I said, "That's good. You can think about it on the walk home." And Emma and I drove off.
I called Kevin and he was worried that someone would snatch him on the walk home. For stinkin' real. Who in their right mind is going to pick that kid up? He eats everything that isn't nailed down. He never brings down his dirty clothes. His room is covered in Gatorade bottles, and - OH YEAH - has a smart mouth. It was also a block from our house. If anyone was going to pick him up, it was a neighbor giving him a ride.
Will walked home. No one stole him.
BONUS POINT #1: The first thing he did was apologize to Emma.
BONUS POINT #2: The next thing he did was apologize to me, and talk about the changes he will make
BONUS POINT #3000: He told me that they had a writing prompt on the Benchmark that day where they had to write about the person they admired the most. He wrote about me.