My boy's a good boy and he always has been. He never lied, cheated in school, bullied anyone, used controlled substances, or fired a handgun. This is, until he started chumming around with your offspring.
My boy was always home at an early time. And when he got caught up in traffic, he'd give me a call to let me know he was staying out later. But since he started hanging around that punk, he's been distant, sassy, and the school has called a few times.
My boy never did any wrong. He often stayed after school to help the teacher erase her blackboard or bang the chalk out of the erasers. He would wash desks and sharpen pencils just because he loved his teachers so much.
But since he started consorting with Asshole Numero Uno, he's been sullen, forgetful, unhygienic, unresponsive, unhelpful, disrespectful, glassy-eyed, foulmouthed, and downright impossible.
I blame your son. And he doesn't fool me with his good grades, nice friends, awards, and other phony bullshit.