Good children. Not all the time--but when it counts.
Yesterday, I went to take sandwiches to some of the boys that play with Zach on the junior high basketball teams. I was getting sandwiches for 12 boys and 6 cheerleaders. Girls sat at their own table, quietly doing homework, talking or texting. And some boys did too. But then some boys--took stuff from each other, bounced a bouncy ball around annoyingly, bounced a basketball around--when asked to quit bouncing it they passed it--at each other's heads. Some boys wouldn't stay seated and kept trying to chase or annoy each other. One boy kept trying to go into the girls bathroom (?) no girls were in there so I'm not sure what he was doing. And of course there were those that kept trying to leave the cafeteria to go get "this" or go do "that". Some boys took the hint after being told once and some boys didn't. So...needless to say they lost their privilege to have sandwiches there after school. Now some moms are not too happy with me because of that. Maybe because they think I couldn't handle it and told on the boys--didn't do that--didn't have too--cheerleading sponsor took care of it. A paid sponsor. So those moms can take care of their own bad ass boys. Problem is they don't think their boys are bad asses. At least, I know that my boy is respectful and relatively well behaved around teachers, coaches and other parents. He's mad because today he will have to run "walls" along with the other good kids. What's that saying? "A couple bad apples spoil the whole bunch". True enough.
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