One of three things are happening here. Either my son is an alcoholic drug addict or his friends are D-bags (possible) or his school needs to HOLD THE TATTLE-TALE KIDS ACCOUNTABLE IF THEY ARE GOING TO TELL LIES ABOUT MY SON. MAKE THE TATTLE-TALE KIDS' PARENTS SWEAT LIKE THE SCHOOL MAKES ME SWEAT. THIS SCHOOL IS GOING TO GIVE ME AN ULCER.
Yup, I got another call from the school. This time it wasn't from Mr. Assistant Principal. (I guess HE didn't have the stones to call me again.) This time I got a call from one of the security guards. She told me that my son was being questioned because the school was told that he had eaten a marijuana brownie.
I have a good kid. He wouldn't drink or eat a weed brownie. Not at 13 years of age.
These things I know. But when an adult calls me at 9am (I haven't had my coffee yet) and tells me that my kid may be high...it gets me fired up.
I had a bad day today. That call and the subsequent conversation with my son and ex-wife wore me the hell out.
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