5 – 10 on a Hot Lava Charge

I had to vote quickly and hurry home this evening.  What was the big rush?  My Honey had to run down to the jail and bail someone out.  I totally thought he was kidding when he told me.  I thought that crap ended when we turn 40.  Isabella says that craps ends when you turn 25.  I guess My Honey is just a good guy.  He just left the house – it’s 8:30 – to go see if he’s been processed out so he can give him a ride home.

We were speculating what his friend might have done to get into this trouble in the first place.  My Honey hasn’t been able to speak with him directly – just with the County Defender.  So we were discussing it over dinner.  Probably not the best conversation to have with the short people listening in, but if we had censored ourselves then we would have missed The Bandit’s speculation for the incarceration.

“Maybe he got into a sword fight! Or he pushed someone into hot lava!”

The kid slays me.

Later, the kids were getting ready for bed.  They were running around and yelling and making a ton of noise as usual.  I try to tune them out most of the time.  But one time, The Bandit zoomed by me and what he was saying broke through my invisible (and wholly ineffective) Cone of Silence and I tuned in to what he was saying.

He was running up and down the hall, his head thrown back and he was wailing dramatically, “OH NO! My dad is in jail!”

Who wants to bet money I get a call from the day care tomorrow with an offering of condolences?