So, I was standing in line at my sons' school yesterday afternoon waiting to pick them up. A close friend of mine (I'll call her B) was a few people ahead of me in line, and we were chatting as we waited.
B told me a story she'd just heard from a friend of hers, whose kids attend a different area school. The friend had been in the front hall of that school with her middle-school aged son, who did something boneheaded and exasperating, as boys often do in my experience. In response, she bonked him on the head. With an empty paper folder. (Note that this made the kid laugh.)
Somebody at the school called Child Protective Services. They showed up at her house that night and gave her the third degree. That boggled my mind.
But here's the best (or worst) part. Standing between me and B in that parent pickup line was one of our local policemen, whose daughter is in Thing One's class. Great guy, salt of the earth. We hadn't realized that he was listening in until he piped up, and rather bitterly--very out of character for him.
His comment? "Your friend didn't have to worry. CPS wasn't going to take her kids. They don't want to. When we really want the kids removed from a home, 95% of the time they won't take them. We ask them all the time why they even bother to show up."
Remember, that was a cop speaking. That boggled my mind again.
CPS shows up when a mom bonks her kid on the head with, again, an empty paper folder--but won't take kids out of their homes when policemen--policemen!!--are all but begging them to do so.
Insane. Just insane.