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Trouble came to us at the beginning of the week saying he had found twenty dollars at school. It's not the first time the child has told us he'd found money and we were suspicious. We sent him back to school with the money and a note to his teacher explaining what he'd told us. He said he found the money outside at recess. They hadn't had outdoor recess that day, it was too cold. So we knew he was lying. Further pressing got him to reveal that he'd taken the money from my purse. We had a stern talk with him about stealing and how you don't take money from anyone. He was grounded for four days.

The next day he stole a candy cane of m&m's the teacher had in the classroom. He admitted it a day or so later to his teacher who was threatening to punish the whole class. Now he's in further trouble at home and also at school. He's grounded for the rest of the month. No karate, no friends over, no going to friends houses and no video games. He can still attend cub scouts and basketball. We lectured him on how disappointed we were with him, but that we knew he was a good boy. He promised he wouldn't steal anymore.


And now it's two weeks later because I've been sidetracked by Christmas, the snow storm, and the boys with the stomach flu.


The day after our lecture was a Saturday. I brought LT to karate and then ran some errands. Blackstone was home with Trouble who decided to run away. He left a very endearing note on the fridge telling us he was sorry for being such a bad boy and that he would love us and miss us very much. He put on his coat (no hat or gloves in the 20 degree weather) and left the house with two stuffed animals. He was picked up by the police a few blocks away and brought back to the house, much to Blackstone's surprise. They had a nice sit-down with the officer, Trouble showed him the note he had written, and the officer decided to leave Trouble in my husband's care.

I got the low-down on all this when I arrived home a little while later. While I'm quite relieved things worked out as they did, it could have been much worse, it's also disturbing that this is the third time our boys have brought the police to our house. I certainly hope this is not foreshadowing of what's to come. I also hope that we don't end up with DCYF questioning us at some point. We do watch our kids, play with them, read with them, chauffeur them to classes, practices and games. It just seems every time we turn around, they're attempting some other daring, stupid or treacherous act.

Trouble returned to school and lost his lunch bag for a few days. It showed up again a couple of days later, but we had switched him to hot lunch and it wasn't until the end of the week that I opened his lunch bag and found a wallet I didn't recognize. A kid's wallet with just some loose change in it. At first Trouble insisted he had no idea how it had gotten there. After some pressing, he finally came to me and asked, "So if I make a mistake, you can help me?" Which is one of things I've been telling him, that he has to tell the truth and if he does, we can help him make it right. And he confesses that he found the wallet on the floor at school. I asked why he didn't turn it in to his teacher. He says it was time to leave and he didn't get a chance. The boy always has an answer for everything. I told him he has to give it to her after vacation and explain it to her, and that he is NEVER, FOR ANY REASON, to bring home anything that doesn't belong to him. If he doesn't have time to turn it in, he should leave it on the floor.

So I'm a little nervous as to what the future holds for our little klepto. He knows better than this. And while on the one hand his running away because he's so ashamed of himself might show remorse and a true understanding, what do I make of the wallet turning up after that? And running off in the cold, no idea where he was going, only stuffed animals with him, the boy is smarter than that. I feel like it's more like him manipulating us than an honest attempt at running away. I know this likely is him seeking out more attention from us, so we're really trying to work on that too. Providing him lots of positive attention (another reason I'm finding less and less time to blog). And to that end, I'm off to take my boys to the movies.

Happy Holidays! May your children not be escorted home by the police.




Holy wowza. Your so matter of fact about the whole thing. Im barely hanging on just reading this. How old is he again?

Erica Lebrun

Alice, I'm rather horrified by the whole ordeal, but I'm trying to take it in stride. If he does it again, I think we'll be looking for a family counselor. We've reasoned and punished, I suppose we could bring him to the police station for a chat about stealing. I'm doing everything I can think of to change his behavior. He knows better. I think he just thinks he's smart enough to get away with it.

Erica Lebrun

Oh, he's 7. He'll be 8 in April.


Ha, i meant i was barely hanging on because I just CANT WAIT for toby to grow up and do shit like this...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Erica Lebrun

Alice, I knew exactly what you meant.


Did your kids poop in the bath tub a lot? Mine won't stop. I know, gross, but seriously it ALL THE TIME. Im invested in Scrubbin Bubbles like you cant imagine.
Happy New Year...

Erica Lebrun

Alice, we used to give Trouble baths so he would poop. He was constipated like you wouldn't believe. We had to give him enema's once a week for a while, that's as far as I would let it go. So we kind of encouraged poop in the bath tub. Of course we'd pull him out before he went, or at least try to do.

With LT, it'd happen sometimes. It is gross, but not nearly as bad as enemas or watching your kid bleed. He'll grow out of it.

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