or not.
so. just had the twits’ parent-teacher conference. their teacher raves about how helpful and caring and generous they are, good at sharing, always greet the other kids as they walk in the door, always try to help, always try to make a sad classmate happy.
but.
the teacher has been having them do simple worksheets. they get instruction like “look at the picture of the balls. circle the number that says how many balls are in the picture. color the balls.”
spazmonkey (lawful good, remember?) is “advanced” at the worksheet-completing.
or, as his teacher put it, “more advanced than dramaqueen.”
note that the first thing my chaotic neutral boy did (presumeably) was to cross out the instructions at the top. then the giant evil spiders overran the worksheet and handed the numbers their buckwheats. because they’re mad at numbers. because there’s, like, too many of them.
i’ve already begun explaining to him that he’d better become a rockstar, because when he gets kicked out of the public school system for his creative interpretations of the instructions, i’m not homeschooling his rotten little ass.
