I’m a total sucker for the panicky phone calls during which son explains what he has forgotten and desperately needs.  Right now. I have left the office and driven home/school to drop off permission slips, shiny Dingle shoes for marching band performances, large boxes of granola bars, signed acknowledgements of test results and homework completed, and boxes of straws for science club experiments. I know I enable. I just have a hard time saying no to him/them. In part because they are trying hard, and they are good students, and they are children.