Hmmm, who was a few days ago feeling so proud and puffed up like a thanksgiving turkey? Hmmm, what was that about? Was it homework?
So Twin A, the normally responsible child, dashed out the door without a form that had to be turned in today worth a whopping 25 points. Yowch. In orchestra, no less.
Off Dad dashed to stash it in the orchestra room before school starts so he doesn't end up with an F in music.
Worst part is, I bet A is croaking on the bus if he realizes he forgot the form.
Fixing this for him is probably wrong and yet another example of my slipshod parenting. (I only dropped this kid once. although I didn't really drop him or let him roll off the furniture. I slipped down a flight of stairs and managed to still hold on to the baby.)
(On my knees, now) Please make them responsible, please, please, please. (Insert dog like howling and frustration HERE).