What was he thinking?
Ricky has had a rough week. So have his parents. Why can't that boy think before he acts? It has come to the point that when the phone rings, Steve and I look at each other, willing the other one to answer it. He had both an in-school and before-school detention last week for responding inappropriately when his act of kindness to a girl was cruelly rebuffed. Tonight the bus driver called and he has been suspended for two days from the bus and will have to ride in the front seat the rest of the school year for throwing a soft drink bottle out the window. I can't believe he did that. I was appalled at littering but the driver was more concerned that there were two cars following the bus and the bottle could have hit them. What was he thinking? Oh, he wasn't.
He did not make any excuses and sobbed his remorse into his pillow until he fell asleep. I have to wake him now or he won't go to bed tonight. He already lost access to electronics. What now?