Great Expectations, Part 2
Posted by Casey
Photo by Wayne S. Grazio
Albeit under a coat in the floor of the truck (who does that?) he was minding his own business when she started grabbing the coat away from him. He hissed and growled like a cat, trying to keep the coat, and she started laughing and pawing back at him. He started pulling at her laces, in cat fashion, when she decided she didn’t like him messing with her shoes and got angry.
By that time, he was wrapped around her ankles, still thinking it was a game. Knowing that I don’t have patience for physical contact between them (it generally degrades to a fight), she started screaming, “GET OFF ME!” as though he’d just jumped across the seat at her. (Which, let’s be real, does occasionally happen.)
And when I asked for an explanation, she described the situation as though she’d done nothing but wave her hands in the air to magically not really make it rain inside the truck cab.
“When I asked you what happened, did you tell me the truth?” I was seething, trying to hold it together. The boy had managed four straight days with no major incidents, and what she’d done might trigger him.
She is fully aware that if she gets him riled up before class, he has trouble de-escalating. On days she prods him in the morning, he tends to come home with many “red” marks and few (if any) “green” marks. Our rule is to keep the morning as calm as possible.
She looked me straight in the eye. “No. I lied and said I’d only made it pretend rain because I wanted to stay out of trouble.”
I nodded. “And what’s the second reason you lied?”
Her chin jutted into the air a fraction of an inch. “I didn’t lie to try to get him in trouble.”
“So…if I thought you only made pretend rain and he attacked your feet, what would happen?”
“He would get in lots of trouble.”
I squinted at her. “But you didn’t lie to get him in trouble.”
Sometimes conversations with this kid have me feeling like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole. And then through a looking glass. And then took LSD.
“Ok. Let’s think this through. You lied, knowing that it would keep you out of trouble and he would be in a lot of trouble. Is that lying to get him in trouble?”
“Yes.” She shifted, unhappy with the turn of events.
I looked at the boy. “I don’t care what she does. You keep your hands off your sister. Got it?”
The bell rang and teachers lined the sidewalk to monitor incoming children.
I pointed at him. “This does NOT affect your day. Get it together before you reach the building. You’re on a four-day streak. Make it five good days.”
He nodded again. I told her we’d discuss it further after school, and they jumbled out the door.
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Posted on February 15, 2017, in Adoption and tagged adopt, adopted, adopting, Alice in Wonderland, Alice through the Looking Glass, consequences, fighting, get off me, LSD, lying, school, sibling rivalry, trigger, truth. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.