After letting everyone cool off for a couple of hours yesterday, I talked to Griffin about what happened at school.
According to him, he came back from reading class and the boy that sits next to him was playing with his pencil. Griffin asked for it back. The boy wouldn't give it back. Griffin raised his hand to tell the teacher. The teacher never called on him and his arm got tired. He took the pencil out of the boy's hand. The boy laughed. Griffin drew on the boy's arm. The boy laughed some more. Griffin drew on the boy's forehead. The boy thought that was very funny. The teacher yelled at Griffin and sent him to the "safety seat."
Now, Griffin's story and the teacher's story is worlds apart. And given that Griffin was able to tell Aaron the exact same story more than five hours after he told me... well, I think you can guess who I (and Aaron) believe.
Now, regardless if it went down like Griffin claims -- he still should have never drawn on the boy's face. We. Do. Not. Touch. Faces. In. This. Family. Griffin will not get television privileges for a week.
Last night Aaron sat down and wrote an email to Griffin's teacher. This is the second time she's sent him to the safe seat, tore me a new one over it and didn't sent home the form for what he did (which, I do believe, is school policy).
How he managed to write an email without calling her a dimwitted fucktard is way beyond for me to comprehend.
Obviously, this isn't over yet.