This is the story of a boy.
The boy was in Year 6, eleven years old and his parents thought he could do no wrong. Sometimes he was good, sometimes he was bad, just like most boys of his age, except that his parents were convinced he was good all the time. In fact, they couldn't believe that he could possibly be anything else so when the nasty teachers at school told him off or sent home a behaviour slip for them to sign because he had been naughty, they were very angry.
"It's not his fault!" they shouted. "It's those nasty teachers picking on him again.
When the boy heard this, he thought that meant that he could be naughty as much as he liked, because his parents would never believe it and they would stop the nasty teachers from punishing him.
One day, he was very naughty and the deputy headteacher gave him a behaviour slip to take home. When his mother saw it, she was very angry and took her son back into school to watch her shouting at the deputy headteacher and tearing up the behaviour slip.
The deputy headteacher shook her head sadly.
"He'll end up in big trouble when he's older," she murmured.
Today, four years later, the boy appeared in court accused of stealing someone's car and taking his friends for a ride in it, but because he couldn't drive properly and went too fast, the car crashed. Luckily no-one was hurt.
"Aha," said the deputy headteacher, when she heard the news, "I thought that might happen."
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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This boy might also turn out to be the father in your previous post, Jenny.
It's about responsibility, isn't it? Teaching it. Learning it. Living it.
"I can behave in any manner I choose. And if it wreaks havoc or causes harm, oh well. It's not my fault."
Pffft!
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well the lad has had some great lessons in life from his so called 'mother'
It'll be hard for him to climb back onto the rails now that he's about to plunge off of them.
Still...it won't be HIS fault...will it?
I suppose I could agree with that. the mother's blame lies even closer to home
Such parents have a lot to answer for. It's all too typical nowadays sadly.
Sad. So sad. A waste from whatever angle.
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