so the Halloween party is busy and as the kegs thrice flow wild, we had a fabulous little visit. two twelve year old dudes marched in the front door wearing there most flamboyant skater gear, the taller of the two tweenies asked me “can we get in” in his most mouse like fearing voice. i quickly responded with “so who here do you know?”; from here I figure we can go a couple different ways:
a. he can be truthful with himself and me. (as jesus would have wanted)
b. he could have told me that some random guy in the front yard told them they could come in and were allowed to hang out.
c. he could have thrown out a hail marry and given an effort at lying, something like “johnny from gilbert gave mikey the go ahead on us comin over, its been a while, hows your family doin lately”
now the reality is both a & b get you kicked out with out question. had he given me answer c i would have been a tad more inclined to hand them both a beer on the way back out the front door. he ended up with the lame answer b. very weak and caused me to engage in one of the most negative experiences those children will ever have experienced, humility was the name of the game for them that night.
