I know I don't talk about him much. We brought him home the middle of June, the reunification was approved by the judge and blah blah all that good stuff, and he was sent home. So, in a nutshell, they dropped off the same immature, manipulative, lying, deceitful child I gave them 5 years ago a lot taller and with some facial hair. He has the maturity of an 8 year old. They sent him home with this family based team, haha, joke. So, the one lady (there's two of them) from this team goes to visit B at camp. He's an L.I.T. at the YMCA camp, which basically means he is a counselor in training. She says to me, if she was sitting with her back to him while he was with the other kids (9 and 10 year old kids), she'd have thought he was a peer (meaning, in their age group). Anyway, he's home 2 weeks, gets picked up at Wal Mart for stealing CD's. If he was 16, they would have called the cops and he would have been sent to Juvey ~ but because he's still 15, I didn't HAVE to get him, but they would have called CPS. Last thing I need. So, I go get him. I make it very, VERY clear (I think everyone knows I mean what I say here ~) that if he gets picked up again, I will not get him. I don't care what the situation is. He's on his own. In our living room, which is the ADULT room, is a computer with internet hook up. ALL children KNOW their fingers are to NEVER touch that computer. Period. Ever. In the family room, which is the CHILDRENS room (and lets remember, B is a child), there is a computer with NO internet connection. A, I don't think Dylan and J need it, too young and B, difficult child 2 has no responsibility factor. So, usually, in the mornings, I don't even bother turning the computer on because I'm busy. I shut it down in the evenings, it's password protected, he can't access it. Well, the other morning, I turned it on to come here, and I walked away from it. When I went back that evening, I went to MySpace, and the last log in name it remembered was B's! That means he was on MY computer. Stripped of all privelages for both instances, obviously. Given extra chores. Etc, etc. Let's not forget the ciggys he stole from SO's parents just before Christmas, then lied about it. He also lied to DEX about the incident at Wal Mart. He also got reprimanded at camp for beating up on a 10 and 12 year old ~ brothers ~ and lost all privelages for that. Lied to DEX, said he had no idea what DEX was talking about, never happened. So, today, SO is home due to rain. B has been complaining he'd like his room painted. SO says to me he's going to paint it, to be nice. He goes in the room, moves the bed, and under the bed he finds a couple of things from MY BEDROOM. A lock is being installed as we speak on my bedroom door. I'm tired of talking to him. I regret reunification so much I cannot express how much. I wish I never brought him home. He treats Dylan like garbage. Now that Dylan's gone he treats easy child like garbage. I just send him to his room all the time and strip everything from him. I don't even care. Stupid friggin kid.