I Smelled a Rat

Teresa, my one child who'd rather lie than tell the obvious truth, asked if she could stay after school to make up a test.

"Why'd you miss a test?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because the guidance counselor needed me to help her sort out a problem some girls were having," she replied with shifty eyes.

"No, you can't stay after because I know this isn't the real story. Would you care to tell me what really happened?" I inquired.

She disappeared like a vapor.

I've been waiting on the high school to call me to come get Miss Osama Bin Ladin but apparently Vanessa is having a decent day that doesn't involve bloodshed.

Mayra called from the middle school complaining of all her aches and pains in a transparent attempt to come home and lay around. I wasn't buying it but told her I'd bring some Tylenol up there.

When I got there carrying Javy's forgotten trumpet and two Tylenol, I asked the guidance counselor, a friend of mine, about how Teresa supposedly helped her.

BUSTED.

Teresa had been up to her usual stealing and lying self but the counselor has her number and didn't buy a word of it. Miss Pat even tried logic, a huge waste of time on a RAD child who appears to have little if any conscience. Finally Miss Pat sent her back to the classroom after firmly lecturing her while Teresa continued to deny everything.

Even though said items were found in Teresa's locker, Teresa changed her story to, "Oh Yeah! I found those. Is that what you were talking about?"

The facts means nothing to her. If she sees something that she wants, she takes it. Counseling has gotten us nowhere. A psychological evaluation confirmed what we already suspected, illustrated it beautifully. Big Duh.

She's not allowed to carry a bookbag since she'd cut out a false bottom, she'd just try and color over a clear one, but no matter how I try and foil her scheming she is always miles ahead of me with her manipulations.

Joey is her birth brother, he loves her but she could care less. She likes stuff that other people have, not people themselves.

She totally won't care that Miss Pat and I talked today. Our opinions and thoughts do not matter to her in the least.



I find it all so frustrating as this is a most intelligent child.