We are notorious around this little neighborhood for sending our kids out to walk around the loop in the evening, especially when they are being all kinds of rowdy in the house. So we sent the 2 midgets here out for a walk while SG and I made dinner.
About 10 minutes later, there's a knock at the door.
Its my boys...and the fuzz...o.O
We asked the nice (read:huge, burly, bear-like) deputy in out of the heat and he tells us that the someone (read:grumpy, old hermit lady) called him about our boys playing "in" their yard and around their mailbox...I am pretty sure it is the same lady that called animal control on our older dog when she got off the leash 5 times in one week (she didn't start trouble, she just liked to run around and explore).
Really? They're 10 and 6...
What happened to "Hey you kids!! get offa my lawn!!"?
We thanked the bear, er....deputy and talked to the boys AGAIN about other people's property and such, and sent them to their room until dinner.
The 6 year old blew it off, I think...but the Bubba...he took it hard.
As we finished dinner, we heard a strange wailing sound. SG and I looked at each other, and went to the boy's room. Bubs was sitting in the corner, in an upright fetal position, hugging his teddy bear named Smores, and WEEPING. We asked him what's wrong, he tells us that he doesn't like getting in trouble, is scared to go to the detention center AND the Camper is harrassing him by laughing at him. >.>
It took about 3 hours, but he's better now. It only took us telling him to calm down and him eating 2 entire cucumbers and 10 cherry tomatoes from our garden.
I hope he remembers this when his hotshot friends want to do something stupid to impress the multiple girlfriends I forsee in his not-so-distant future...
Holy Crap, he's in Middle School!