Ugh

A while ago, Elf had a tantrum at school. Nothing really different about this one, only that it was Dad who went to go calm him down. Elf, characteristically, decides that Dad is EVIL and BAD and MEAN and tells Dad that he hates him, as he got a bloody nose when they were fighting. (Elf decided to leave the house, Dad didn't want him to. Dad restricts Elf, and Elf gets a bloody nose. It wasn't because they were fighting, it was just a normal thing that happened during a fight.)

A teacher overheard and thought that Dad regularly hit Elf, and called the County to report possible child abuse.

So today I got pulled out of class to talk to a social worker.

"What are the disciplinary methods at home?"

"Are either of your parents doing drugs of any kind?"

Ugh. Not fun. Especially since they both just decided that it would be perfectly fine to start smoking again, nothing bad could possibly happen. Oi. I'll talk about that later.

So, anyway, it turns out that Ms. Social Worker also talked to Midget and Elf separately beforehand, and she said she would call Mom and Dad next, but Mom says that she hasn't gotten anything.

Sigh.