Serene Afternoon. Sitting on couch with youngest boy, chatting up his day. POW! Glass from the window directly behind us shatters. Sounds like a gunshot. Youngest boy runs to get his BB Gun. Tell youngest child to put BB gun away. Run outside to catch culprit. No one in sight. Back inside to decide whether or not to call police. Examine damage. Glass everywhere. Try to think what to do. Oldest son casually walks in back door. Tell oldest son “Someone just threw a rock through our window”. Oldest son replies “I threw a rock at our roof while walking (insert girl’s name) home from the bus stop.” Have oldest son examine rock. Rock is the very same rock as thrown “at the roof”. Oldest son says “I wondered why it made such a loud noise when I threw it.” Have oldest son take tape measure and measure window. Tell oldest son to call glass company tomorrow and be prepared to fork over the money he has earned the past few Saturdays for working.
**If it had been any of my other three children, there is no way that I would believe that they didn’t know they had hit the window. But this is my oldest, Timothy. And, he was walking a girl home. A girl. #NotNormalFamily