Last night Tater Tot (11 years) had the cutting board dropped on his foot, followed by a jug of milk. He’s got a gi-normous blood blister under his toe nail and screamed bloody murder (as he was right to). Took almost 20 minutes to calm him down, including calling and waking up his dad who’s sick and out of town. He’s fine. Nothing’s broken. He’ll lose his toe nail later on but overall he’s fine. And he’s sore this morning.
I went to take garbage out to discover a large pile of school papers…that do not belong to any child I know. French Fry was the last one to put garbage in there and I have a sinking feeling that he stole someone’s notebook. I’m not sure if he copied her homework or if he took it for the binder since he was awfully determined to put a bunch of stuff into his binder last night. I’m not sure what’s going on and I’m not looking forward to finding out. I have a sneaking suspicion he’s not going to get to go to Cirque du Soleil Friday. The rest of us are going regardless. I will not let Scott stay home and miss it. French Fry gets a babysitter and Tater Tot gets to bring a friend. French Fry misses out. It’s his own damn fault.
I don’t know what to do with him. I’ve tried grounding him, taking away privileges and everything. What really upsets me too is that it looks like that poor kid has homework but she won’t get to do it because he took all her papers. I’m at a loss and I hope for his sake he tells me the truth when I confront him this afternoon.