Too much red cordial and not enough discipline.
A bad egg.
I don't want that boy in my daughter's class again next year. How's a teacher supposed to teach the other kids?
Some kids are just little shits, aren't they?
You wouldn't want to drug a child, would you?
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I'm tired of hearing the way people talk about children like my son.
Brilliant, funny, emotional, smart whirlwinds of humans, they can be. But that's not how people see them.
Maybe not even how you see them. Especially, you know, before you know.
Maybe you only see the chaos, the frazzle, the meltdowns, the anxiety. The loud house, the dreaded phone calls, the 'What has he done, now?"
Maybe you only feel the embarrassment, the shame of having a kid who's not like the others, who you can't 'trust' to be predictable in public.