This past weekend, we had an incident. An incident involving Wolfgang, and I'm wondering where we went wrong.
Now, Wolfgang's a good kid. Works hard in school, gets good grades, helps out at home for the most part. His teachers and coaches like him. He's popular with the other kids. As such, he is often invited to parties.
DUNT DUNT DUUUUUNNNNN!!!
So yeah, he actually went to two parties this weekend, one on Saturday night, another on Sunday. I've always trusted him to do the right thing, and his friends he parties with are good enough kids from what I know about them. It's all good, right?
Apparently not. On Sunday, he returned home, and I could tell right away that he'd gotten involved in something that his father and I don't condone. He didn't even try to cover it up, and I'm pretty sure that he felt bad about what he'd done, even felt bad while he was doing it. It was the peer pressure, he explained. Everyone else was doing it, so he just went along.
They... they... they went.... they went....
... THEY WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING!!
... THEY'RE IN 10TH GRADE!!
He said they'd planned to do other stuff, but not that many people showed up, it being on a Sunday evening and all, so they just decided to... to.... OH, I can't even type it!
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what we'll do about this just yet. I just feel so dirty.
*stress eats another pack of rollos*