Juvenile Delinquent

I am heading off for a Muffins with Mom's party with Connor's class here in about 15 minutes. He just informed me we have to dance. There was NOTHING about dancing on the original invitation, I am all nervous now. He isn't the juvenile delinquent, well not yet anyway.

In the last week Trent has been caught throwing rocks at school--directed at a neighbor's house across the street--, using his jack knife (which Chad and I are STILL fighting about) to whittle on a tree limb while we were at a musical event at the community college, and got a "F' in Math (AGAIN) on his progress report. Oh yes, I am VERY proud. I can't believe he's only 10 and all of this is happening already. Ohmyword. Do any of my blogging peeps have great words of advice for me on appropriate punishments? He has Saturday school already for the rock throwing fiasco, he is grounded from the TV and computer for a week due to his grades, and I have the knife in my possession until he turns 18 or Chad wrestles it out of my cold, dead hands.

Later gaters.