It all started early in the summer, when our neighbors left on vacation. The weather was hot, the kids were melting, and mom was cranky. We got desperate. We wanted to cool off. We wanted to swim. We wanted some excitment.
Since the neighbors were not using their pool…
We placed a spotter on the lawn. We do this kind of weird thing all the time; we’re homeschoolers. Neighbor’s don’t suspect a thing.
It doesn’t take long until one of the neighbors leave their home. The home with a nice cool sparkly pool in the back.
We get the signal that all is clear and we can move in.
Our spotter is always on the lookout and hurries us along. We don’t want to be spotted by other nosy neighbors. They might want to call the police or worse…join in on the fun.
At the destination, one of the criminals children flings herself up and over the fence. We know there is a pool behind there and we must get to it. It calls to us.
The gate is unlatched and we are free to go in.
The water is just fine. There are pool toys for us to enjoy. What nice neighbors! So kind of them to provide everything we need.
Ahhh this is the life! No one around to annoy us. No one to catch us.
But wait, what is this…
After three months of swimming, we have been caught! Someone squealed and it wasn’t the pig we are going to dissect!
Officer Friendly Meany, sneaked in before we could run away. He made us get out of the pool, even though we were not finished with swimming and having fun!
He is taking us to the slammer, behind bars, to the big house. US! Can you believe it. We did nothing wrong. We are innocent. You know that right? (This is not my husband and this is not my pool)
Things turned bad. Pea #2 wasn’t happy. Maybe this life of crime isn’t working. She’s thinking they don’t serve snacks in the slammer.
The violinist is contemplating her life of crime. Is it worth it? Will she see her violin again? Do they serve snacks in the slammer?
This was a hard time on all of us.
After several minutes in the police car, this little girl started begging . (Bless her heart) (This is not my child, she is a tag-along)
“Please DADDY! Don’t take us to jail. They don’t serve snacks there! We’re sorry! We might not do this again. PLEEEEASE save me and my criminal friends!”
Officer Friendly Meany, had pity on his daughter and heard her words. He set all of us free with a warning and told us to get a snack.
Next time I’ll post a guard at the gate.