Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Not in my Backyard--But Feel Free to Come Inside
This was big news in my quiet little neighborhood so I opened the front door and said, "Hello family (minus the husband because he was at work), have you looked outside? There are police cars in our circle."
They said, "Yeah, we know. They've already searched the backyard for drugs."
Apparently, our neighbor who is a policeman saw a suspicious car and in the "hood" and pulled up behind it. He got out and looked in the backseat and I guess the non-hoodlumish looking 20 something-year-old was mixing drugs in the backseat which apparently is not at all like mixing ingredients for cookies or colors for a painting. He bolted, ran through the school yard, hopped our neighbor's fence and ran across his yard and then hopped our fence and ran through our yard and then was caught in my cul-de-sac.
The police suspected that he tossed the drugs, which were in a red balloon, during the chase. Hence the search in our backyard. My kids were all tres excited and participated in the drug hunt with more enthusiasm than last year's Easter Egg Hunt. They found several pieces of balloon from summer water fights, inedible Tootsie Rolls, headless action-figures and tennis balls, but alas--no drugs. So lucky me I have a drug-free backyard because he threw them in someone else's backyard or maybe this explains why my dog has been so darn happy. . .
What I wanted, was expecting was this: Oh mom, we're so sorry. You are always right. I don't know why we ever ignore your wise counsel. We'll never leave the door unlocked again. No NEVER!
This scene should be followed by extreme groveling, crying, and promises for clean rooms, chocolate and foot-rubs.
But alas, this is what I got: But he didn't come in.
These kids are quick and witty I tell you.