More Wild Stories
Goldilocks continues to tell outlandish stories, with no idea what people will believe, much less what would happen if they did. Given the wild stories he tells about school, I shudder to think what he tells the people at school about home. I hope they have the sense to be skeptical.
Before school this morning, according to GL, his little brother had already stabbed him multiple times with a knife and cut all his fingers off. I passed this story on to an aide when I dropped him off. Let them get used to taking his stories with a grain of salt. Or a shovelful. As he insisted the other day, "All of my lies are true!"
Before school this morning, according to GL, his little brother had already stabbed him multiple times with a knife and cut all his fingers off. I passed this story on to an aide when I dropped him off. Let them get used to taking his stories with a grain of salt. Or a shovelful. As he insisted the other day, "All of my lies are true!"
Labels: and nothing but the truth, autism, Brother Bear, highschool, tall tales, the whole truth
posted by Daniel "Captain" Kirk at
11:12 AM
3 Comments:
Have you thought about a career in politics for GL? :)
"All of my lies are true" Ha! I'm gonna write that quote on a piece of paper and stick it on my fridge. I love it. :)
One of the reasons I fired my daughter’s therapist and began homeschooling her full time without “extra” classes at the elementary school is because I knew she was not listening to me when I explained to her Captain Chaos’ strengths, weakness, character traits, etc. The therapist knew all, and when she did not like an answer I gave her to a question, she would call my wife at work. It’s pretty sorry when our school officials try to play the ends against the middle. So, when the girl came out of school with a band-aid on her throat, I knew she had spun a tall tale for some gullible person. The girl had been petitioning me for days for a band-aid for two bug bites on her throat, but I had not given one to her because she did not one. I looked at her and asked, “Who did you scam for the band-aid?” The therapist told me that the Captain claimed she had been bitten on the throat by a neighborhood dog. “And you believed her?” I replied. Seriously, there were two tiny red marks on her throat. No puncture wounds. Children, tall tales, and school officials. It’s a bad combination.
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