Where to live, where to live

The other day, Spencer started going through the list of things that would get him kicked out of school. I don’t know what started it, but first it was what would happen if he kicked some one, and then what would happen if he wouldn’t stop kicking someone (there wasn’t anyone in particular) and then he started talking about being kicked out.

Obviously there’s no threat about him actually getting kicked out – there was an issue two weeks ago that could have gotten him kicked out of daycare except for a very understanding daycare lady  -- but no offenses at school that would warrant drastic measures. Anyhow, so C starts saying “well, you know if you get kicked out of school you might get kicked out of the house. If you’re not going to school …”

This paints C in an unflattering light, but obviously also this is a joke and S was fine, not freaked out and man, I’m over compensating in this story and here’s the whole point to the story:

So Spencer thinks about it for a minute. “But where would I live? Would I have to live in the forest?”