Today Rhubarb forgot his bus ticket. He requires this ticket to take the bus from school to the city for after school rowing training. He texted us to let us know that he needed the bus ticket and we drove to the school to give it to him.
When he called I let him know that he would have to leave training promptly as we have Poss’ end of school year celebration concert tonight. He begged to be able to go to a friend’s house post-training and I agreed because having to attend a school social event with a teen who resents being there is even worse than having to attend said event in the first place.
When we got to the school he and a friend were waiting and Beefcake blurted out that, as it is the last week of school and rowing season is over until February, he didn’t have to go.
He was thrilled. I voiced my objections but was overruled.
There did seem to be a lot of sniggering from Rhubarb and his friend but they always seem to be sniggering or giggling or muttering so I didn’t worry too much about it.
So, we were not expecting to see Rhu until after the school concert tonight but at about 3:30 he strolls in the door.
“Oh, I caught the bus and then walked from D street” he says nonchalantly “Suchandsuch wasn’t home so we all decided to forget about it”.
Then he makes his first mistake. He volunteers a bunch of details about how his day went. Now, anyone with a teen or something even close will know that you’re lucky to get monosyllabic grunts (let alone voluntary details) straight after they get home from school.
Then Beefcake pointed out to him that he must have left school early to make it home by 3:30, D street is at least a 25 minute walk away.
At first there were denials. This was his downfall really. He’s always been a terrible liar. It’s clear for all to see, if you know our boy, when he is telling a whopper.
So I straight out asked him.
“You left school straight after we saw you, didn’t you? You wagged school!”
More denials but only briefly. He knew the game was up.
He and two other friends wagged half the day.
His perspective is that as it’s the last week it doesn’t matter. From an academic point of view he has a point. They are only doing fun activities all week. The school has informed us of this. Fine. From a moral point of view I am really peeved. I don’t agree with wagging school. I NEVER did it *snigger*.
I guess I am just shocked, he’s not yet fourteen.
So, internetz, what would you do?
I am leaning towards ringing the parents of the kids involved.
Beefcake is leaning towards ringing the school as well.
Rhubarb is leaning towards us handling the matter internally, afraid of what his mates will say if we dob them in.
What should we do? This parenting gig is HARD, seriously.