It's Thursday, and we normally meet at the covered play area to spend time after school with friends. The boys run around, play soccer, chase each other, do the play equipment, and just generally have a great time expending all that pent up energy.
Davis came up and announced that he was going to the restroom. John decided to tag along. Somewhere along the way they ended up in the girls' wash room putting toilet paper in the toilet and flushing until it backed up. They were caught red-handed by a teacher who marched them over to us. I swear they had only been gone a minute but it must have been longer and we didn't realize it.
The teacher said the principal was in a meeting but would be coming out to talk with them and if we couldn't stay until then, he is going to pull them out of class tomorrow. John was mortified. Absolutely terrified. His story is that he was strictly watching and not participating. In that case, it's guilt by association, and he has to learn that lesson too. I'd be angry with him, but he's hurting enough as it is. Seriously.
We waited until after 4:00 and then took the boys to the office to see if the principal was coming out or what....and his meeting was scheduled to go until 4:30. We couldn't stay. John has to face the music tomorrow.
He's already asking if we can leave Singapore. And he's been truly sorry and sobbing.
Tomorrow is going to be a tough day.
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