I've got a son and a daughter aged 15 and 19 respectively.
My son is a bad,bad boy - has been that way for a few years now. I can't explain it and I won't go into specifics about the bad things he's done, but let's just say he's naughty.
He's been diagnosed as being highly intelligent - an IQ high enough to get into MENSA, but has the maturity of an eight year old - a recipe for trouble.
This year we sent him to a special private type school that only accept a few boys aged between 13 and 18 years of age. It's run by an 80yo judo instructor, who has a team of tough boot camp like teachers. The school focuses purely on Maths, English and lots of physical education. The idea is the naughty boys do this for a couple of years and go back to regular school after a year or two. 60 minutes have been filming the school and some naughty triplets, which I understand will screen on channel 9 shortly.
The school has worked wonders for Seb this year. He is so proud of his six pack and is getting into far less trouble than he has been. This week he's been on school holidays and we had another police situation.
On Saturday, he was brought home by the police for being drunk at 4:30am. The police told us he almost got hit by a taxi so they approached him when he became abusive. We asked him to apologize and he just abused them more when we quickly pulled him inside.
Furious, I just slept on it and spent the next day thinking of a punishment. We are going to Vietnam as a family for a holiday on Saturday and I decided he wasn't coming with us. My mother talked me out of that.
I've known about a large stash of alcohol he's been stealing from shops that he's been keeping as some sort of trophy so I decided that if he was going to go to come to Vietnam with us he would have to tip all of it down the sink.
Unfortunately, I was at work during the grand dumping of alcohol, but he did it. Well that is most of it.
My wife thought it was a waste to dump some of the Grey Goose and a couple of the other fine malt scotches down the drain - so we kept it.
I hate being a parent.