Story time

Do you want to hear a story? Come and gather on the rug. Please sit in your spot. You know which spot is yours. Keep your hands to yourself.

Ok, now. Which story should I tell you? Hmmmmm. This is a tough decision.

Lets start with the story about the mother who didn't care. We'll call her Ms. Bad Attitude.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was in the third grade. He loved school even though he never did his homework. You see, school wasn't very important to his mother. In fact, this little boy failed last year but his mother probably didn't know because she wouldn't pay for the lost book so she could get his report card. And if Ms. Bad Attitude had just called, just pretended to care, the book fee would have been dropped and the report card would have been handed over. But hell to the no-no no, this mother would NOT even pretend to be interested in her son's education.

One day, this little boy came to school as usual. Since it was almost the end of the month and the principal had put off the monthly fire drill practice to the last minute again, it was time for a fire drill. During the fire drill, the little boy started puking. Every where. Children were running and chunks were flying (you can thank me later for killing your appetite). Once the children were allowed back in the building, the little boy was taken to the office where someone called his mother to pick him up.

Instead of being concerned, this mother started screaming and yelling that her son was NOT sick. Despite her doubts, the mother came to the school to pick up her son. When she came into the office, she showed a nasty temperament to the secretaries and an even uglier temperament to her son. Raise your hand if you know what temperament means. You, in the yellow shirt. Yes, temperament means your mood. Here is a sticker for you.

After Ms. Bad Attitude took her son, people in the school felt bad for him. It was decided that the school social worker should be notified. The school social worker was concerned and said she would check into the matter.

The next day, the boy returned to school. Again, the boy began throwing up. This time, he almost made it to the bathroom. Again, Mr. Custodian had to come to his rescue (let us all say thank you, Mr. Custodian!). Once in the office, the little boy continued to fill the trash can with his innards. And again, Ms. Bad Attitude had to be called to pick up her puking son. And yet again, Ms. Bad Attitude came to school with a bad temperament.

You there on the letter J. Please pull in your feet. Let us all sit criss cross applesauce. There, now.

It was scary for the people working in the school. Ms. Bad Attitude kept screaming and cussing and yelling and cussing. Boys and girls, even though grown ups are technically allowed to cuss, did you know there is a law that forbids them from cussing and causing a scene in a school? That's right. Ms. Bad Attitude was breaking the law.

The principal told Ms. Bad Attitude that the boy needed to see a doctor and that the boy couldn't come back to school without a doctor's excuse. Ms. Bad Attitude didn't like being told what to do. She said some things that sounded like she was going to kick the principal's ass threats. And she had her latest baby daddy a big, bad man who is a known gang member pacing in front of the school. Everyone was scared and nervous. After a couple of minutes, Ms. Bad Attitude and her bad, scary man squealed out of the parking lot.

After she left, the principal decided to call the Department of Family and Children Services. She also called the police department and an officer was placed at the school for the rest of the day.

The next day, Ms. Bad Attitude came to school after the tardy bell had rang with the child and a doctor's excuse. She was not happy about the Department of Family and Children Services visiting her house with what she called a lame ass excuse. Again, she had a bad temperament and was yelling many things that can not be repeated in front of children. That's right, she was breaking the law again.

The principal and everyone in the office was scared. The police were called and quickly came to the school. Ms. Bad Attitude still had a bad temperament. Even to the big, police officer. Boys and girls, it is never a good idea to have a bad attitude to a police officer.

The big police officer took the mother outside. Ms. Bad Attitude continued to yell and scream. In the police officer's face. Yes, Johnny, I have seen the show Cops before. Yes, it was a lot like that show.

After several minutes, the police officer put handcuffs on Ms. Bad Attitude and took her to the pokey the big house jail.

So, you see, the moral of the story is even if you don't care, pretend to care. And don't yell and make threats. Especially to police officers.