Happy Friday y'all.
Kid C came home from school yesterday freaking out. Apparently, when the time came for him to hand in his weekly homework assignment, he couldn't find it.
Needless to say, he was distressed.
This is probably because we've always told him: "If you don't turn in your homework, you don't get 10 points, and if you don't get 10 points, you don't get A's. No A's means no college, and then all you can look forward to is a life in the gutter with a needle as your only friend."
We had that printed on a bumper sticker.
Just to make sure the message sinks in, I always tell him, "I knew a girl once who didn't turn in her second-grade homework. Here she is today:"
Don't worry. We end the stories with, "Sleep tight, Kid C."
So, yeah, Kid C was not happy about his disappearing homework. He immediately blamed Sam for forgetting to put it in his backpack.
Sam took Kid C's homework folder out of his backpack and opened it, and that's when we all saw what the problem was:
Look! Nothing but an empty folder.
Sam hid the the homework in plain view. Not only that, he put the homework in the folder marked "Homework".
I told Kid C he needed to stop blaming Sam, and take responsibility. He pondered that for a moment, and then decided on the best course of action:
Kid C: "We'll turn it in tomorrow."
me: "There's no school tomorrow, that's why the homework was due today."
Kid C: "We'll break in to the school, and leave it in Mrs. Rohaj's room."
me: "No, we're not breaking in-"
Kid C: "We'll find out where Mrs. Rohaj lives!! And then we'll break into her house."
me: "I think that might be compounding the problem, what with a B&E conviction."
But Kid C was worried about turning into the skeleton girl, so I amended the story. Skeleton Girl only became Skeleton Girl when she missed TWO homework assignments.
What are y'all doing this weekend?