The Parent Teacher Conference
The teacher and I sat with the parent, and listened to her excuse story for her boy, Matt.
The son does not do what Mrs. Howlett, the teacher wants, because he is so smart, he is bored, and fat.
His weight makes him do things he shouldn’t do, and his brain is ingenious, that’s a familial fact.
We made eye contact, both recognizing her excuses, and lies, better understanding why the son acts the way he acts.
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