Omigod

[poliphilo]

A stone just bounced off the window. Omigod. Three tiny little boys. Out I storm, looking neither to left nor to right.

Accomplice: It was him (points)

Perpetrator: It was an accident.

But the perpetrator has made the mistake of running straight home so I ring the door bell.

I am choking with fear, rage, whatever, but trying not to show it. Poor woman. She is skinny and grey and has scabs on her face. A drug user? More than likely. She apologizes and thanks me for telling her and says she'll ground the perp. I thank her back. As I walk away I hear her screaming at him and feel sorry for them both.

Comments

[balirus.livejournal.com]

Are you upset more at the pebbles on the window, or the boy?

[ibid.livejournal.com]

That is SAD.

[kaysho.livejournal.com]

Discipline is one of those sad necessities, though. Better the boys learn how not to be destructive now while the damage and the penalties are both relatively light. It would be doing them a disservice to let them get away with it now, only to find themselves in trouble with the law ten years down the road.