Originally Posted By: Gary Allan
One time my son ..after getting a good dose of the D.A.R.E. program (where they train grade schoolers to narc on their parents), threatened to report us for abuse. My wife and I laughed at him and offered that foster care would not include a Nintendo or any of the other stuff he enjoyed. He was like 6 or 7 years old. It was such a riot.
I had to chuckle when I read this. Reminded me of the time 20+ years ago when my oldest son, then 9 years old, threatened to call the POLICE on me. I had give him a swatt across the but for giving some smart lip to his mother.
He marched over to the telephone, picked up the reciever and said he was going to dial 911. I thought his demostration was kinda funny. Skinny little bean pole with his chest all bowed out, trying to look tough. All I could do to keep from laughing.
Any how he picked up the reciever threatened to call. I calmly told him to go right a head, but even if the "POLICE" were sitting on the end of the drive way when they got the call. They would not arrive in time to save his behind. You could see his wheels grinding, this had definitely posed a angle he had not thought about. He hung up the phone, poked his chest out and said "next time". I could no longer hold back my smile.
Today 20+ years later we still laugh about it.
