The Deep and Profound Joy of Parenting
Last night, I had had a decently relaxing chill-out night, for a change ....although Michael had two friends over . Check that. Michael had two LOOOOUUUUUD friends over.
Which, of course, inspired Mackenzie to have Jackie over. Which ended up with two more scary-looking boys over, hanging with Kenz and Jackie.
So, while it was nice not to go to the damn theatre or baseball or anything, the image of a quiet restful respite of a night is not quite accurate.....
Which, of course, inspired Mackenzie to have Jackie over. Which ended up with two more scary-looking boys over, hanging with Kenz and Jackie.
So, while it was nice not to go to the damn theatre or baseball or anything, the image of a quiet restful respite of a night is not quite accurate.....
At 1:30 last night, Michael and his two genius friends decide to go out. Mind you, the curfew in Strongsville is 10:30. They're gonna have soooo much fun ringing doorbells, waking people up, and being obnoxious little punks.
At 2:00, they decided to head back home.....not realizing that the police had been called. When the police car came around, their lizard brains kicked in, and they split up and ran from the cops. The cops caught one of the boys, who at least had the common sense to tell them what was going on and to give them the names of the other two boys.
Jan had heard them leave, so was up and waiting to ream them when they got home. When she saw the police cruiser, and the policemen talking to a boy in it, she went out and talked to them. Imagine the joy at hearing they're looking for my son.
Michael, when he took off, found himself a good hiding spot. He intended to chill there for a few minutes 'til the cops left, then beat it home. He, Rhodes scholar that he is, didn't realize that, by now, FOUR cop cars had come and they were patrolling the neighborhood in their cruisers and on foot, looking for them. They had flashlights, and even night vision goggles. So there he sat -- in his satiny shorts (he really is the next Stephen Hawking) in the 38 degree air -- until 5:15 in the morning.
In the meantime, I went out looking for them, too, at about 2:15 (knowing what was going on by this point). I thought they might recognize my car and come to it, even if they wouldn't come to the police. So I had the inestimable joy of being out until 5:15, driving slowly, looking behind cars and bushes for my son. Also looking in the ditches for my son's body. How pleasant.
Eventually, he came home....and then we all got to listen to the policeman's lecture about how stupid it all was, and how many resources the city had just spent in finding them.....and to the fact that he may have to appear in juvenile court; and we may receive THREE tickets -- one for each boy -- for letting them out at night.
At 2:00, they decided to head back home.....not realizing that the police had been called. When the police car came around, their lizard brains kicked in, and they split up and ran from the cops. The cops caught one of the boys, who at least had the common sense to tell them what was going on and to give them the names of the other two boys.
Jan had heard them leave, so was up and waiting to ream them when they got home. When she saw the police cruiser, and the policemen talking to a boy in it, she went out and talked to them. Imagine the joy at hearing they're looking for my son.
Michael, when he took off, found himself a good hiding spot. He intended to chill there for a few minutes 'til the cops left, then beat it home. He, Rhodes scholar that he is, didn't realize that, by now, FOUR cop cars had come and they were patrolling the neighborhood in their cruisers and on foot, looking for them. They had flashlights, and even night vision goggles. So there he sat -- in his satiny shorts (he really is the next Stephen Hawking) in the 38 degree air -- until 5:15 in the morning.
In the meantime, I went out looking for them, too, at about 2:15 (knowing what was going on by this point). I thought they might recognize my car and come to it, even if they wouldn't come to the police. So I had the inestimable joy of being out until 5:15, driving slowly, looking behind cars and bushes for my son. Also looking in the ditches for my son's body. How pleasant.
Eventually, he came home....and then we all got to listen to the policeman's lecture about how stupid it all was, and how many resources the city had just spent in finding them.....and to the fact that he may have to appear in juvenile court; and we may receive THREE tickets -- one for each boy -- for letting them out at night.
posted by Ted @ 9:55 AM
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Uh, what are you trying to do, Ted? Make me swear off having kids? Although, not experiencing this firsthand, it did sound like quite an exciting nite!
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