The 12-year-old changing brain is pushing me over the edge!
Last night all the first floor phones went missing, including the swishy brand new one. The only person who actually gets/makes phone calls (because his parents are phone-phobic) is Satchel.
Paul went ballistic when the base starting ringing at 9:45 pm and he couldn't find a phone to answer. After I finished putting Jakob to bed I came downstairs and hit the locator button - first phone FOUND, buried in the couch where Satchel had been talking to his two friends.
Pushed the next locator button and followed the beeping to...Satchel's backpack. He had it buried deep inside, under the foul gym clothes. This means he took the phone to school. But why? It's not a cell phone, the range isn't even that great.
So up Paul and I go to talk to him...he protests, he didn't do it. He didn't put the phone in the couch or the backpack. Why would he put the phone in the backpack? That wouldn't even make sense! Why do we always blame him for everything.
hmmm...because it was in YOUR backpack?
Life is completely unfair, neither phone was his fault, we're always blaming him, Daddy's retarded.
That was how he ended his argument.
I wanted to end the discussion with yeah, well you smell bad. But being the more mature of the retarded lot of us, resisted.
From the 6th floor
17 hours ago