I am embarrassed for his parents.

I was teaching what would become my last Sunday school lesson when suddenly the door was ripped open. A member of the primary presidency flung a little boy into the room, whispered yelled that "he could sit here until he could be good", and than stomped off. As the door slowly shut and Lisa was gone, and the entire adult class was gazing at poor little JT: I announced that I felt embarrassed for his parents.