We had a meeting with his caseworker. Words were said. Sad things were talked about. I can't take him and sister both -- they won't let me because my house only has two bedrooms -- and lots of other things happened that make his math grade seem like a petty concern. But I can't fix the other things. I can fix math. And I can feed him bacon.
Normally, when you have been a parent for twelve days, you have a twelve-day-old. I have two angry preteens who want to know why I think it's justifiable to monitor cell phone use.
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