Transcript of a conversation I had with a child this morning whose brother, Jaime, was in my class two years ago:
Me: Isreal, where’s your homework?
Isreal: At home.
Isreal [with a shrug and a grin]: Because it’s homework?
Me [nodding]: I see the problem. Let’s call it recess work then. I’ll give you another paper and you can stay in and finish it.
Isreal [bug-eyed]: I’ll bring it tomorrow!
Me [shaking my head]: Sorry, kid, too late.
Isreal [slumping into seat and mumbling]: Jaime told me it wouldn’t work.