Bad kids

Between our house and the elementary school, there is a wooded reserve with a little creek that runs through it. Over the years, we've told the boys a couple of stories about that area, including that there are crocodiles living in the creek and that dinosaurs and bears live in the woods. As Brody and I walked home from school after Lego robotics club on Friday, we saw four high school boys running around in the woods, yelling to each other. One had fallen into the creek and had a very wet shoe and the others were making fun of him. Their backpacks were left laying in various places around the creek, as they'd obviously dropped them and ran to play in the woods. After watching for a few seconds, Brody turned to me and whispered "I bet they get bad grades." There's my little people pleaser and rules-follower. He knows he's not supposed go there, so if they're down there, they must be bad kids. 

After telling this story to Jacob, he explained he told Brody that kids with bad grades have to sleep in the woods. Apparently Brody took this lesson to heart. We already feed the birds at home and at the school, next we'll be feeding the bad kids who have to sleep near the creek.