Today, our high school suffered from a bomb threat. Of course, thank God, there was no bomb. Instead, the high schoolers spent the day -- the whole day -- in the middle school gym. Apparently they were cooperative and in good spirits despite receiving only a PB&J and a water for lunch. Questions abound, of course: why weren't they just sent home? And, needless to ask, who's idea of funny is a bomb threat -- the same person who disrupted the first day of high school this year by leaving a pellet gun case in the dumpster?
I told Petunia what had happened after school, as I'd rather she hears the truth from me than an embellished story on the playground. She took it well, much better than I expected. And then, she offered up the quote of the day:
"Can I say something, Mom? I mean, I know it's not nice, and its probably a really bad word, but these guys, they deserve bad words. So you know what I say? I say, whoever called and said there was a bomb, they are real skunk bags. SKUNK BAGS!" and she shook her fist in the air. Hear, hear.
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