Earlier tonight somebody knocked on my friends door. Her dad answered and a young woman asked if anybody in the house owned a red tacoma. Yes, he replIed. Shit, seriously? I thought to myself. So I go onto the porch, and see this really nice mom smiling with three children in tow - two fidgeting excitedly and one crying himself into pieces. The mom quickly explained over her little ones wailing that the five year old boy had accidentally broken my tail light. About this time the porch light turned on and I saw his face bleeding. So we got him a bandaid and some water and sat him down. After he had settled down, he explained he tried to jump off the curb on his bike, lost control, and ran into my truck. I couldnt contain my curiosity, so we went to look at the damage. Sure enough, there was a six inch shard of plastic on the ground and a platitude of smaller pieces. I told him to keep it as a souvenir to show his friends how tough he was. After all, he had just pulled an E. Honda from Street Fighter and demolished my truck with his freaking face. He declined, but who I can only assume was his older brother, eagerly snatched it from my hands. Eventually the mom offered to pay and I declined, stressing that honesty from the little boy was enough and that I hoped he continued to be a good kid. Once they left, I settled down to reflect on the situation. It got me wondering: why do people worry about spanking children when clearly they can destroy cars with minimal injury? Im sure I could find the answers with a therapist. Anyway, the moral is that children are all potentially godless killing machines, and not to be trifled with.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 08:27:49 +0000
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