So I told you yesterday that my mailbox got whacked by some kid with a deer leg. There was quite a buzz amongst the neighborhood kids yesterday. Let me explain what happened.
After I heard the THUMP I stood up from my computer and saw the kids in the street. I noticed that the door to my mailbox was open. I stepped out and the kids continued down the street. Keeping my eye on them I walked to the mailbox. I was hoping to intimidate them so they wouldn't mess with my box anymore. THEN I saw the hole in the side of my mailbox. I started to walk toward the kids who were keeping an eye on me as well. I hollered at them. "Did you do that to my mailbox?" The boy on the bike starts to ride back to me, "No Ma'am! It was a boy on a bike with a deer leg." They pointed which direction the kid went and I let them go.
I know the police have bigger fish to fry than my mailbox but I called anyway. I figured if there was a list of damaged mailboxes they should add mine to it. I looked at all my neighbors boxes and they were fine. The policeman shows up takes the information and tells me what I already know, that it's unlikely they will catch the kid. I understood that. I just wanted it on record. While I'm talking to the officer the kid I talked to in the morning comes back. He gives the officer a statement then takes off.
Here is where it gets comical. I get a knock on the door and I find the kid I yelled at in the morning and another boy I don't recognize. They tell me they know who whacked my mailbox. They give me a name and a description. They give me a vague idea of where the kid lives as well. The new boy refuses to give me his name because his mom doesn't want him involved. Fine. Whatever. So I offer the two boys a soda and thank them for their help. They leave.
A few hours later there's another knock at my door. This time there is a group of five children on my porch. There is only one little girl that I recognize from my morning tirade. She looks like she is about 7 or so. She's with a 13 year old girl and 3 boys. They tell me that THEY know who whacked my box. It's this other boy. When I tell them what the boys told me earlier they all say it couldn't be him because he's been working on the girls computer all morning. *sigh* When they start to describe the boy THEY say did it. It sounds an awful lot like the boy that I gave a soda to a few hours earlier!
I'll save you all the drama the 13 year old girl laid on me. Lot's about boyfriends and ex boyfriends (a 17 year old!). Probation and trouble with the law. It sounds like all these kids have had run ins with the police. It is so SO sad. They are not much older than my daughter! Then you add on to it that they have all these much younger kids following them around all day. What do you think is going to happen with them? WHY is a second grader walking around town with a 13 year old girl and a bunch of boys anyway? It's just too sad.
Anyway the officer comes back to my house this morning at 7 AM jarring me from the most relaxing moment I could ever imagine. (Mostly awake but so relaxed you don't feel your arms or legs.) He takes the additional info and reiterates what he told me the day before. I explained that I knew it wouldn't get me a new mailbox but that this was the info I was given and I felt like I needed to pass it on. He wasn't very polite. Yesterday he stepped in some mud on my neighbors side of my mailbox and he walked over to my yard and started twisting his heel into my grass. He did it so hard that he tore up the grass and left a circle of dirt. Whatever. I know I'm just a nuisance to him but the least he could do is be polite.
I can't believe you read all that! Or did you cheat and just jump to the end? *wink*
6 comments:
Wow, what a story. The mailbox saga continues.
I do feel bad for these kids though. I mean, the little one's following the big one's around all day means that either they have to stay with them b/c the parents are working and they don't have any child care OR that the parents just plain old don't care where, what or who their kids are with. I mean, summer vacation is not always a good thing for some kids. It makes you reconsider the whole 12 month school year. I mean, Europe does it successfully - they there are more large chunk vacations and such...Oh well.
Hope you solve the mystery or at the very least stop getting kids and rude police officers at your door.
Wow. Sounds to me like everyone's pointing the finger and no one's taking the blame. Good luck with getting one of them to tell you the truth! I hope when I do have kids I never care so little about what they're doing.
I read it all. It reminded me of an old story and I'm heading over to my blog now to write about it.
It is a case of parents not knowing, or caring. what their kids are doing. I am so glad I was able to be a stay at home mom, at least I knew where my kids were.
Well, have you bought your new mail box yet?
Funky Bee- I'd settle for a few less knocks at my door!
Stacey- I don't really believe it will be solved. I just hope that knowing the police are involved will make them think twice before messing with my house again.
Granny Annie-I'm on my way to your blog now too!
Lucy Stern-I'm thankful I can stay home with my kids too.
I did read the entire thing, have been v busy to catch up on blogs, all boring details on my blog which I'll write in a few mins.
Long vacations = kids getting bored and being absolute horrors. Once I got stranded on a roof I was inspecting because a gang of mother's darlings decided it would be utterly hilarious to remove the ladder.
And anyway, how dare you keep our law enforcement community from sitting around eating doughnuts all day and scratching their bums by making them do some work? Shame on you!
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