My sweet angry boy kicked a first grader and stole his soccer ball. The teacher called him down to talk about it, so i went with him. She was so kind to him, and felt awful that she had to speak to him at all. She didn't want to write him up. But she spoke to him firmly because she wasn't doing him any favors by not holding him accountable.
I met Richard and Gregory and the dogs after school at the cemetery on Mare Island. Gorgeous afternoon.