Kid #5 was playing with neighbor kid across the street, trying out neighbor kid's new slingshot, unbeknownst to me.
Somehow, from across the street, in true David vs. Goliath style, Kid #5 took out the back window of my van. No kidding. I didn't believe him at first, not until I saw the big gaping hole where my rear windshield use to be.
I did not yell. I did not wring his little neck. I showed mercy, with a little bit of lecturing thrown in. It helped that he looked so pitiful. I even helped him clean up some of the glass.
On a positive note, at least it was a windshield and not someone's forehead and the van has a name now. Goliath.
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