Breaking the Law

Evan had no take home folder in his backpack today. That meant no behavior report, no homework, no test results, no new word list. Nothing.

There was just one way to fix this problem. I decided that we would drive to the school and find the take home folder.

Evan did not like this solution. He did not like it at all.

He began to cry. Huge tears rolled down his face. He began to scream until his face turned bright red. He begged me to stay away from the school.

With all of this commotion, I felt he must be hiding something from me. What could he have done to cause all of this angst?

When we got to the parking lot, the truth came out. And, no, he didn't break another spoon.

He was certain that our entrance through the front doors minus an escort from a faculty member would cause a lock down, the police would arrive, and we would be arrested.

We went inside anyway, we found the folder sitting on top of his desk, and we returned to the car without incident. We were not arrested.

While driving back home, Evan said, "I can't believe we just broke the law."

I replied, "Well, if you leave that folder at school again, we will have to come back after hours, and we might just get caught by the police."

I don't think he will lose the folder again.