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Date Added: July 26, 2019 09:07:30 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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2/6/15 You can't find socks Like boats can't find docks. You won't do chores Cause you think they're a bore. One day you'll grow up And you'll have no sup, Because you were lazy On days that were hazy. One day you'll have dishes, But not any wishes. One day you'll have To milk your own calf. One day you will have A job to go to One day you will have Bills to pay too. Copyright From A Poet's Heart
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My oldest son pretends to be stupid so that everyone else will do stuff for him so that he doesn't have to some call it lazy I call it playing stupid his great-grandmother and his grandfather like to Baby him ever since he was little and I never baby Tim at 4 years old he could read write and spell in English and in Spanish he knew 48 out of 50 states and capitals, he knew his letters his numbers in English and in Spanish, books of the Bible, ten commandments, the Golden rule, he was on a second grade level at 4 years old and with a late birthday he didn't start preschool that year he had to start preschool the following year. My family took on the challenge of telling my son to not do everything that we told him to do. He was potty trained and self-sufficient he could fix his own breakfast and lunch. The only thing we did for him was grocery shop. He even did his own laundry. We thought we were moving out of state in 2011 so I told my family if you want to see him let us know when you can have him for a week at a time and when he came back he could not read he could not write he could not spell he could not do anything for himself and he was not potty trained because they had babied him. Now he is going on 13 years old and has O.D.D. (Oppositional defiant disorder) and unless it involves electronic device or a toy he's not going to have anything to do with it. He's out of control at home with his father, during visitation with me and my husband and in school. My ex-husband does nothing for discipline or punishment so it makes my job as a parent even harder because everything I do for the weekend or for the day he he just goes right back to his daddy's and everything's undone.
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