Angela and I did the confirmative look at each other to assure that we correctly heard what we had unquestionably just heard from our child. I then carefully crafted, probably my most nonchalant & emotion-less, “No. What happened?”
What followed was an innocent story about a creative, pottery piece in art class.
We often complicate things as parents or assume the worst.
Sometimes a pot is just a pot and a 5th grader should just be a 5th grader.