Last week, we survived. We had a horrible stomach bug that made its way relentlessly and endlessly through the family (Stephen and Eric excluded). It wasn’t pretty: there were many bodily fluids, there was stress, fighting, and crying, but in the end, we survived.
On such a week, checking Stephen’s homework did not make the priority list.
So this morning, now that the family is back to normal (at least as normal as we get), I went through Stephen’s binder and found last week’s home work sheet–entirely blank.
“Stephen, did you not do your homework last week?” I asked.
“Oh, I did some of it with Grandpa. But then he took it home in his backpack accidentally. So I told my teacher and she gave me another copy. But I didn’t do it because I was too busy playing,” he explained matter of factly.
“!!?? So you just didn’t do it?”
“I was busy!”
I shook my head. “Ok, whatever. I’m putting your blank homework back in your binder and you can handle it with your teacher,” I said.
“Ok,” he said. And he wrote her a note:
To which she replied:
He told me he had to do it now or he’d be in trouble tomorrow!