Today J. was sent to my room with the direction to show me evidence of his most recent misbehavior. Had he used profanity? No. Had he harmed someone? Nope. Did he have an illegal substance? Nein. He had…
Wait for it….
…drawn with Mr.Sketch smelly markers all over his face. ALL over. What did he say when he came in my room? Arms stretched out wide, grin from ear to ear (or was that the pink marker?):
Let’s see… lesson learned? Nope. Don’t think so.