At Connor's school, they are known as the "Green Dogs." (It's no "Lynx" or anything, but it'll do.) In keeping with the Green Dog theme, his class's conduct system is structured around bones. Each day he colors a bone in his homework folder: a green bone means he didn't get in trouble, a blue bone means he did get in trouble, and I assume a red bone would mean he set another kid on fire because it takes a lot to get his teacher riled up enough to dole out anything but green bones. In fact, despite the fact that Connor never follows directions and talks all the time, he has never gotten more than one blue bone a month.
Until this week.
Every day this week that child has come home with a blue bone and one day I even got a note from the teacher to accompany it. (Her note:"Connor has trouble following directions!" The voice inside my head: "No shit.") And unfortunately, his trouble-making attitude hasn't been left at school-he's brought it home to plague his family. It's been a rough week, with lots of lectures about actions and consequences.
But maybe today will be better. He had another visit from the tooth fairy last night, and waking up with money under your pillow always puts a person in a good mood. Also, he is having his first-ever sleepover at a friend's house. He couldn't possibly be more excited- mostly because he loves this particular friend, but also a bit because he's as ready for a night away from parents and homework and rules and little sister and consequences.
But I'm still going to miss him tonight.
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