I picked the kids up Monday afterwork, thanking God that there was no baseball/softball practice for a change that evening. I get to go home!! YAY!! So I walk in the door, Melissa (daycare lady) says "can I talk to you for a minute?" "uh oh" I say. That usually means something's wrong. {background: the kids get on/off the bus at Melissa's house, and Melissa knows the bus driver pretty well (Mrs. Marsha)} So here's the story: Trentin sits next to a little boy named Sam on the bus. Sam's mom told Mrs. Marsha (she was rather irrate) that apparently, Trentin was teaching Sam swear words, and showing him how to flip-the-bird on the bus. "WHAAA???" is all I could say. So Mrs. Marsha moved Trentin to the front of the bus so she could watch him. I also grounded him from watching TV and video games, but listening to my lecture was probably the worst punishment of all. Trentin's version: He was telling Sam NOT to say those words (all the while saying them himself) and showing Sam that it was NOT okay to put his middle finger up (again, doing it himself). Hmmm.... It sounded like he was just trying to cover himself because he got BUSTED!! So I talked to Mrs. Marsha the next day, and she did confirm that Trentin (she actually kept calling him Trevor LOL) was telling Sam it wasn't nice to do those things. But he still did them nontheless, so he was in trouble.
Fast forward to the next day, and here is our conversation in the car after I told Trentin I talked to Mrs Marsha that day:
ME: Trentin, I better never hear that you behaved like that ever again, or you're going to be in SO much trouble.
TRENTIN: I won't.
ME: I'm serious, Trentin. You KNOW better.
HAILLE: I don't like when you get in trouble, Trentin, because I love you and I don't want you to get whipped.
ME: WHAT?? You guys don't get whipped!!
TRENTIN: Yeah, Haille, this ain't 1870 where people get whipped.
ME: 1870??
TRENTIN: Yeah, Mom, people got whipped in 1870.
ME: (laughing)
Even when he disappoints me, he can still make me laugh.
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