Breaking & Entering . . .

Ok, I plan to share a story on a neighborhood kid. No animosity is meant by this, just a great laugh. Since no one that lives around me reads this blog, no one should be offended I hope.

We are gone all yesterday afternoon with various appointments, and finally our small faith group in the evening and didn't get home until after 8:00pm. When we got home there was a message on our machine from one of the neighbors saying he thought his son (age almost 4) was down playing with our boys and asking me to send him home. I didn't think anything about it, this is a normal occurrence on our cul-de-sac.
Today we got a call from the little boy's mom saying that she had a confession to make. Here's the story:
After calling our house and getting no response the dad sent the older sister (3rd grader) down to find her brother. She got to our door, rang the doorbell, and got no answer. Then she decided to look in the window to see if we really were not home, or if we were just not coming to the door. When she was looking in the window all of a sudden her brother's face popped out on the inside of the house, he looked at her stuck out his tongue and then darted back behind the curtains. I can just hear her squeal of shock at this, as the mom is describing it. Anyway she ran back home and got her dad (who incidentally is a police officer) and he comes down and gets his son out of the house. The mom goes on to explain the conversation the dad then had with the son over breaking and entering from a cops perspective, the horror of jail, etc. In all fairness to the boy he probably was just checking to see if we were home and opened the door to investigate where the boys were playing, then got carried away when his big sister showed up.
Ok, so maybe you aren't rolling with laughter as I was over this story. I guess knowing the people and just envisioning their responses makes it funnier. I felt so bad for the poor dad/cop that had to come remove his son from someone's home and I can just hear the talk that he gave his little boy, probably scaring the poor kid to death about going to prison. It's a lesson to me to double check the front door to make sure it's locked before we leave too. 80)
It's just one of those kid story that you know will get repeated to embarrass him when he's older, and an example to all that kids are kids and that they do things that embarrass us as parents but that really we shouldn't take it as an attack on our parenting skills.