It's 11pm...do you know where YOUR kid is?
I do.
*I was going to post this on Saturday but got sidetracked...*
It's 11 o'clock on a Friday night. My kids are in our house...two are sleeping and one's watching TV. I KNOW where they are.
Do you know where YOUR kid is?
I do.
Your kid is the one I just caught under my carport, poking around at stuff that doesn't belong to him. The one who cussed me out when I told him to leave.
Your kid is the one that's part of a group of kids that roam the streets at night with baseball bats in hand, looking for something to break.
You kid is the one who spray painted curse words on the fence that separates our subdivision from the main street.
You kid is the one who sniffs Sharpie markers and leaves the evidence all over the playground where the little kids play.
Your kid is the one who urinates all over the swings and the slide at the aforementioned playground, so that little kids who don't know any better can run home to their momma's covered in your kid's piss.
Your kid is the one who tortures cats that are outside at night.
Your kid is the one who took my kid's basketball away from him and then cussed at me when I asked him to give it back.
Your kid is the one who drove your car through my friend's and neighbor's backyards, wrecking patio furniture and swing sets and nearly running someone down in the process.
Your kid is the one who smokes and spits and sets fires to people's sheds.
Your kid is the one who pushes little kids around and laughs when they cry.
Your kid is the one the cops are constantly after. Don't you ever get tired of the police showing up at your house?
Your kid is going to be the one destined to have a long and illustrious career in the federal penitentiary system unless his changes his tune pretty quick.
It's 11:15 pm. Do you know where your kid is?

