Parents, Do Your Job

A parent came into our former principal's office with her sheepish freshman son. She stood up abruptly and pounding both hands on the desk, said adamantly, "Mr. Alba, my son is in the 9th grade and he cannot read. What are YOU going to do about it?" Our seasoned leader stood, looked her square in the eyes and responded, "Mother, where have you been?"
Parents, do your job.