Dear Golden Boy,
You really had me fooled. Here I thought all this time that YOU were the child who was “golden.” You were always nice, never mean, didn’t talk back (too much) and never lied. Never in a million years did I suspect that YOU would drag me through that grief mill that your sisters took me through.
On Friday when I saw you doing cool stuff with that Silly Putty, I was impressed. Who doesn’t love Silly Putty? And when I asked you very innocently where you got it, you replied immediately, “From Mike- in my class!” and you had a huge smile on your face.
I totally bought it. I smiled and said how nice it was that this kid gave you that. And I went about my business.
Then, when I went through my teacher bag this morning to do my lesson planning for the week, guess what was missing? The brand new package of Silly Putty I had purchased for a science lesson tomorrow.
It’s gone. Huh. I wonder where it could be.
Oh, and guess what was in that huge present you unknowingly gave me? Five years of suspicion, that’s what.
Good luck trying to lie about anything REAL important. You just blew it.
