do too. How about I bring Lily-Grace over tonight and we order pizza?” he asked.
“Sounds great.”
“Oh, Desi? Why don’t we each get the kids to do their homework early, then they can relax and so can we?”
“Okay,” she said although, she wasn’t sure how well that would go down with Sophia.
* * *
Destiny waited anxiously for Sophia; picking her up was always a game of chance, she never knew what she was going to get. “Hey there,” she said as the little girl hopped in the car.
“Hi, Mom,” Sophia answered.
“How was your day?” Destiny asked, watching in the rear view mirror for the look on Sophia’s face as she answered.
“It was okay. Justin stopped me from playing a game with the class after lunch because I told that story yesterday,” she said. “And he made me go to the first grade. I had to help them do reading and color between the lines.”
“Oh, well I guess there are worse punishments right?”
“Yeah I guess,”
“Justin and Lily-Grace are coming to dinner tonight, we’re getting pizza!” Destiny hoped it would be welcome news and it seemed to be.
“Nice,” Sophia said. “Can we get dessert for after the pizza?”
“Sure, what’d you think would be a good idea?”
“Can we get cheesecake?”
“I think we could manage that.” Destiny drove to a local store that made the best ever vanilla bean cheesecake with raspberries.
“Do you have homework?” Destiny asked when they were back in the car.
Sophia winced. “I do but I thought you said that homework was a waste of time and that if you got taught everything at school then you shouldn’t have to do any.”
“I’m not sure that’s exactly what I said was it?”
“Yes, it was and you said that only lazy teachers give homework.”
“Oh, well I shouldn’t have really said that. Maybe I didn’t understand the situation. I’m sure this is just an extension of what you have learned in the classroom, you know, to help it stick in your head better.”
“That sounds like you just made that up, Mom.”
“No, I’m sure I’ve read that somewhere.”
“One more day won’t hurt, we’re having visitors.”
“Sophia, we have to do the school thing properly and that means following the rules, if for no other reason other than your daddy is the principal.”
“That sounds like a bunch of c—”
“Don’t you dare say that word.”
“You do,” Sophia said.
Destiny took a big breath and counted to ten. This kid was spoiling for a fight already. She had a bad feeling about how the rest of the night was going to go.
* * *
Things hadn’t changed when they got back to the house. Destiny watched sadly as Sophia dragged her backpack into the house. “Can I have a snack first at least?”
“Of course you can have a snack first, I’m not a slave driver.”
“You are kind of,” Sophia said. “I tried really hard to do everything good today and the reward I get is having to do homework when I get home. It’s not fair; it’s like getting a punishment.”
“It isn’t a punishment at all.”
“Yes, it is, I’m tired,” Sophia argued, dipping cookies into her milk. “All I want to do is watch TV or play on my computer and now I have to do a lot of other stuff.”
“Sorry, Soph, but you have to go and do it before your daddy comes over.”
“You’ve changed, Mommy. Everything’s really changed.” She drained her milk and the stomped upstairs, leaving her glass and plate on the counter as a form of protest.
Unwilling to have another petty argument, Destiny rinsed both the glass and the plate and popped them in the dishwasher. Was there ever going to be peace in the house again?
Chapter Seven
What were the chances, Destiny asked herself, that the homework was finished? She would have settled at this point for it to just be started. The chance of that happening was minimal but she could dream, couldn’t she?
“Hey, Soph, what do we have done?” she asked going into
“Sounds great.”
“Oh, Desi? Why don’t we each get the kids to do their homework early, then they can relax and so can we?”
“Okay,” she said although, she wasn’t sure how well that would go down with Sophia.
* * *
Destiny waited anxiously for Sophia; picking her up was always a game of chance, she never knew what she was going to get. “Hey there,” she said as the little girl hopped in the car.
“Hi, Mom,” Sophia answered.
“How was your day?” Destiny asked, watching in the rear view mirror for the look on Sophia’s face as she answered.
“It was okay. Justin stopped me from playing a game with the class after lunch because I told that story yesterday,” she said. “And he made me go to the first grade. I had to help them do reading and color between the lines.”
“Oh, well I guess there are worse punishments right?”
“Yeah I guess,”
“Justin and Lily-Grace are coming to dinner tonight, we’re getting pizza!” Destiny hoped it would be welcome news and it seemed to be.
“Nice,” Sophia said. “Can we get dessert for after the pizza?”
“Sure, what’d you think would be a good idea?”
“Can we get cheesecake?”
“I think we could manage that.” Destiny drove to a local store that made the best ever vanilla bean cheesecake with raspberries.
“Do you have homework?” Destiny asked when they were back in the car.
Sophia winced. “I do but I thought you said that homework was a waste of time and that if you got taught everything at school then you shouldn’t have to do any.”
“I’m not sure that’s exactly what I said was it?”
“Yes, it was and you said that only lazy teachers give homework.”
“Oh, well I shouldn’t have really said that. Maybe I didn’t understand the situation. I’m sure this is just an extension of what you have learned in the classroom, you know, to help it stick in your head better.”
“That sounds like you just made that up, Mom.”
“No, I’m sure I’ve read that somewhere.”
“One more day won’t hurt, we’re having visitors.”
“Sophia, we have to do the school thing properly and that means following the rules, if for no other reason other than your daddy is the principal.”
“That sounds like a bunch of c—”
“Don’t you dare say that word.”
“You do,” Sophia said.
Destiny took a big breath and counted to ten. This kid was spoiling for a fight already. She had a bad feeling about how the rest of the night was going to go.
* * *
Things hadn’t changed when they got back to the house. Destiny watched sadly as Sophia dragged her backpack into the house. “Can I have a snack first at least?”
“Of course you can have a snack first, I’m not a slave driver.”
“You are kind of,” Sophia said. “I tried really hard to do everything good today and the reward I get is having to do homework when I get home. It’s not fair; it’s like getting a punishment.”
“It isn’t a punishment at all.”
“Yes, it is, I’m tired,” Sophia argued, dipping cookies into her milk. “All I want to do is watch TV or play on my computer and now I have to do a lot of other stuff.”
“Sorry, Soph, but you have to go and do it before your daddy comes over.”
“You’ve changed, Mommy. Everything’s really changed.” She drained her milk and the stomped upstairs, leaving her glass and plate on the counter as a form of protest.
Unwilling to have another petty argument, Destiny rinsed both the glass and the plate and popped them in the dishwasher. Was there ever going to be peace in the house again?
Chapter Seven
What were the chances, Destiny asked herself, that the homework was finished? She would have settled at this point for it to just be started. The chance of that happening was minimal but she could dream, couldn’t she?
“Hey, Soph, what do we have done?” she asked going into
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