Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Here's a picture of Kevin and dddragon's kiddie B
It's 1973. Maybe May. The weather is warm. About time for the kids to come home from school. Our son Kevin is in the second grade. He walks in the front door and immediately says, "Where's Acton Bell?"
"She's at Girl Scouts," I tell him.
"When she gets home, she's probably gonna tell you some big ol' lie about me!"
"Oh? And what big ol' lie might she tell?" I ask him.
"She's probably going to say that I punched the lunch lady in the face."
"Kevin!" I yelled. "How could you?"
"I climbed up on a chair in the lunchroom."
Oh, man! We just moved here in January. We're already those crazy liberals from California. Now everyone will know that our kids are on the road to hell to boot, or at least the road to jail.
He started explaining how the lunch lady had shoved him because he had gotten into a fight with her darling boy, Billy. Guess darling Billy hadn't learned to take up for himself, 'cause our boy Kevin was the smallest in the class. Physically the smallest that is. Walked tall. The boys had not exactly had an all out fight, but there were some ugly words flying around, and of course, Kevin was a great debater. I have no doubt that he threw a lot of verbal punches. The boy had a mouth on him.
Mrs.-Billy's-Mother had no right to shove our son, but of course HE had no right to hit her. Kevin said she got right in his face, yadda, yadda, yadda. I told him he had to call her and apologize. Not tryin' to raise a Dennis the Menace here.
I called Mrs.-Billy's-Mother and had Kevin tell her that he was sorry. Naturally he wasn't sorry, but that's beside the point. Anyway.
Acton Bell came home. "Got anything to tell me?" I asked.
"No," she said, all innocence.
"How about Kevin slugging the lunch lady?"
"Oh! That! Yeah. A cheer went up in the lunchroom when he did that."