|Finding the Truth
"I haven't got time for this."
“What would you be doing?”
“What would you be doing if you weren’t waiting here?”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“I wouldn’t need to be here if you didn’t get in so much trouble.”
“Well, that’s not exactly true, really.”
“You wouldn’t need to be here if I was better at getting in trouble, and didn’t get caught so often.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, I try really hard not to get caught, but I’m still learning. You must know, you had to learn, right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, like when you tell Mom you’re just going to the food store but then you sneak over to the package store and hide that beer in the trunk. Or when you go over to help Mr. Peters with his garden but you and Mr. Peters and those other two guys play poker? Or...”
“Hold it! How do you know this stuff?”
“I live with you, Dad.”
“Does Mom know too?”
“I don’t think so. She doesn’t even know I skipped school. I told them Mom’s phone was broken, that’s why they called you.”
There was a lot of reassessing of things between father and son that day, after that meeting with the principal of course. It didn’t stick very long, to be honest.
However, they ended up being the closest of friends for the rest of their lives.