so whenever, i'm talking every.single.time.my.[cell].phone.rings.at.work, there's a little panic in my heart that it's my bff peggy [Z's vp] calling not to share her new fab recipe, but to tell me Z's in trouble. again.
but it happened.
the day of redemption.
she called.
my phone rang.
my heart skipped a bit.
& by now, i'm pretty sure girlfriend knows i know what's about to be said, so she starts out with "Z's ok, he's not hurt, but i would like to talk to about something that happened today".
gulp.
[actually is more of - now wtf? but whatever....]
the boys were playing a game during recess which involved kicking a ball, but you know how things get out of hand [& here's where Z kicks some kid's a** - usually].
but IT DIDN'T.
Z used his words.
& he didn't kick, punch or bite anyone either!
[remember
nor did he piss on any walls.
[at least not that we're aware of]
so, the kicking got out of control & a gaggle of boys got to visit bff peggy. Z was the only one that didn't get in trouble; he blocked kicks to defend himself & did not kick anyone back.
peggy called to let us know how proud she was of Z; that he was growing up & making better choices & she wanted us to be aware of it.
yes, you read that right.
9 years, 5 months, 3 days is all it took.
<3
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