Darby's mother called me a short while ago. Apparently Darby's stint of good behavior and improved classwork scores has come to an end. She had a note from her teacher yesterday stating that she has 7 tallies this week and hasn't been finishing her work. Funny, I ask her everyday if she's gotten any tallies, or if she finished her work, and she of late has responded only in the affirmative (or negative with regard to tallies). Her mother has instituted a weekend grounding for her dishonesty. Instead of being honest with her mother, she tried to hide the fact that she got tallies at all, and then still never directly admitted it, giving only the attitude-ridden response of "there's a note in my assignment pad". Even this admission came only today, upon much prompting, instead of yesterday, when the note was actually issued. She would have tried to sneak it by is had she not been challenged. The exact kind of thing that truly chides a parent. In case you non-parents were wondering where in this short tale the big deal could be found.
So much for that birthday party we were going to attend tomorrow. Laser tag would have been oh so fun. I'm slightly inclined to attend the party by myself, play a little laser tag, and brag endlessly to my troubled daughter about just how excellent a party Ms. Gasser can throw for her son. But I'm sure such a tactic would only raise the stakes in our clashes of attitude. The higher-stakes game will be bad enough when she's a teenager. Nine is not the age to be fanning such flames.
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