And, I did it my waaaay.

Okay, am I missing something here? Have I overlooked something about a boy-child being on the edge of 12 years old and losing his mind? DP has decided he does not have to do what the teachers ask. He wants to do things his way. The phone rings; I see it's the school calling, and...well...I won't say what I say. Let's just leave it at that. He is in the car, staring at me wondering if I'm gonna go off on him. I'm staring at him trying to decide what comes next. I'm giving him that "look" and to tell the truth, I don't think either one of us is a believer. But you know, I still see Madea as my role model.