Busted! So I'm walking from my car to my office this morning, later than usual due to a trip to the bulk mail office and
→[More:]as I turn the corner, who do I see sitting on some steps but MY TRUANT SON? He dashed across the street; I couldn't quite believe my eyes but I followed him. Then there was an exciting game of hide n' seek (much to the amusement of the City Bakery folk sitting out at the sidewalk tables with their coffee) which culminated with me using ALL FOUR of his names in a VERY LOUD voice and busting that bad boy, loading him into the car and marching him into the high school main office by his ear. Where these idiots told me that, get this, they don't have any kind of central attendance data, it's up to the individual teachers to take attendance in each class. So I can't get them to call me if he doesn't show up and I can't find out if this is the first time he's done it or what. Still, he is busted and grounded for the foreseeable future: there goes his 3 day weekend. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. . . and sheesh, how dumb do you have to be to cut school to go hang out a block away from your mom's work?!!?!