My son and Adam Lanza
My son didn’t turn in his math homework. A straight-A student, he brought his grade down to an F. This has happened before. The weird thing is, he does it. He just doesn’t turn it in. I’ve heard it’s a middle school thing. The excuses range from “I left it in my locker” to “It wasn’t in my folder” to “I couldn’t find it in my desk.” Huh? True, it’s not like he committed mass murder, but still. It makes me wonder how well I know my son. And it made me think about that woman who wrote, “I am Adam Lanza’s Mother,” after Newtown . She was on a PBS special this week and she talked about how she carries a Tupperware container full of knives, hammers, and other sharp kitchen tools in her car in case her son attacks her again with a knife. He was 10 at the time. She said they live on eggshells, terrified of the next violent eruption. The child himself said he hates it, but can’t control himself. Probably a lot like ...