Gregory tilted his head, the way he did when solving a puzzle. “You want to play detective.”
Erika looked up. “Did you get in trouble?”
“Detention. My dad made me write a letter apologizing to the sneakers. Not the kid. The sneakers.” abbott elementary s02e12 m4p
Ava slammed a pink slip of paper on the desk. “Detention. Both of ’em. Tomorrow. 3 PM. I’ll make them watch Shark Tank episodes and write a business plan. That’ll teach ’em conflict resolution.”
Gregory didn’t have a lesson plan for that. So he just said, “That’s not fair. And I’m sorry.” Gregory tilted his head, the way he did
After the children were dismissed—Erika still clutching her backpack, Tyreek kicking a trash can—Janine cornered Gregory in the empty hallway.
Barbara set down her tea. “Melissa, that boy’s mother lost her job last week. And that little girl’s father just deployed overseas. Those fists weren’t about a cartoon hedgehog.” My dad made me write a letter apologizing to the sneakers
Tyreek drew a stick figure man walking out a door, a single tear the size of his entire head.