At one point while we were trying to figure out what to do about Big Kid's school situation (mentioned in the post below this one), he was determined to stick it out in his current school.
"Okay, but no matter what happens this year, I want you to be in a smaller school environment for middle school. Whether it's private school or a charter school, I don't know, just something smaller. I'm going to work hard on that all of this year--it may involve testing into a private school or something and you're just going to have to do it, it won't be a big deal."
He sighed in a dramatic but relieved way. "Okay. I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I'm glad you mentioned it."
"I heard the kids at that middle school," he dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper,"smoke the marijuana," he hissed.
I would categorize this moment as being in my top 10 "Hardest Not to Laugh" parenting moments reel. But I nodded very seriously. It was serious. It is serious. Still hilarious, though.
But that's when I knew he definitely couldn't go to public middle school.