My Repeat Visitor

I have not had the repeated visitor in my room for a while. I thought maybe he was staying in his room. No such luck. He was in the office when I went in to print something. “What are you doing?” he asked me. I did not have time to answer. “She is busy,” my boss told him. I was glad she did this. He has been brought to my office many times. He will not stay in a classroom long. School is not valued in his home. He skipped the last two years – both online. One was our school online. The other one was virtual school which never reported him missing. He is nine. He has missed two whole years of school. He is in the second grade, sadly. How did he fall through the cracks? He does not know his alphabet or his numbers. He wants to play in a sandpile or with Playdough. I cannot say that I blame him.