Sittin' in a tree...

Kids and their parents are amazing. I mean seriously. Unbelievable.

Yesterday John and I came down to the gym for afterschool activities...as we walked into the hallway by the gym, we noticed an 8th grade boy and a 9th grade girl in front of us. As they parted ways to go to their respective locker rooms, they exchanged a quick smooch. My mouth dropped open and John yelled down the hall that he'd be dealing with them later. They quickly scurried away. (Yes, it's not a big deal in a public school, but here we don't even let them hold hands...) They knew they were in trouble.

At the end of the day, John went out to talk to their parents who were picking them up. Before he could even say anything to the girl's mother she said, "Mr. John, I don't know what you're going to tell me, but I'm telling you right now that no matter what it is, I'm going to believe my daughter's story over yours. My daughter is not crazy."

He tried explaining to her that not one but TWO adults had seen it happen and that he was only trying to nip things in the bud before they got any worse. The girl swore up and down that nothing had happened; and the mom believed every word of it!

The boy’s mother, on the other hand, TORE into him! Apparently it was amazing (I wasn’t actually there to hear it…) The two offenders had had some time to consult with one another and get their story straight. It went something like this: “We were walking down the hall, and someone said look out because Mr. John was coming, and so we turned to look and maybe our faces touched.” John told him that they shouldn’t have been afraid of him coming if they hadn’t been doing anything wrong. The mother was like, “Exactly! I don’t care if Jesus Christ himself is floating across the water towards you! You shouldn’t be doing something that you’re afraid of someone else seeing!”

I am so sorry that I missed it.