I woke up in the morning, turned the light on, and walked in to snore-filled living room. I said "Dad, can I watch TV?", he didn't answer. Then I screamed "Dad, can I watch TV?" Dad said "NO!". Just then my mom called out "It's time for lunch". I walked in the kitchen and asked my mom what we were having. She said "Whatever you can find!". I looked in the pantry and there was nothing in there but year-old peanut butter. I looked in the refrigerator and there was just an old sandwich. I decided to eat that. I took one bite and it wasn't very good. I just wish I had some pizza!
The End! I began to get tears in my eyes that my son chose to right this story that depicts us as such bad, uncaring parents. We talked to him about it for awhile, and I honestly think he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it. We told him we were afraid his teacher would report us to CPS! We talked him into picking another topic. So we shredded this story and he began writing about when we went to Goblin Valley in Utah.
I can't speak for Theo, but this incident did make me think about how I am doing as a parent, I definitely think I need to work on my parenting skills!
