The tree

Bobby was attending Kindergarten at the local school.  It was so local he could actually walk to school.  I was expecting that year so I was able to walk the block to get him to and from school.  There was a crossing guard there also, so if I couldn't make it the other Mothers would make sure he crossed.  He liked to dawdle.  I did know that he was the "Class clown" in school.  I got a note home from his teacher almost on a daily basis.  Conferences were the same.  I use to hate going.  What can you do with them?  Then all of a sudden the notes were getting less and less.   I thought maybe he was behaving.  Then one day I was in the basement with the repairman and could see Bobby walking home after school.  He stopped at the neighbors large tree, took something from his pocket, put it in the tree, smiled and came home.  When he reached the basement I told him to go and get the paper he put in the tree.  If the neighbor saw him do that he would be mad.  He sticks his little hand in and out comes lots of papers.  I can't wait to see what this is.  It was all the notes that his teacher sent home with him expressing how bad he is being.  From that day on I walked him to and from school.  No more notes in the trees, or so I thought......