So, I believe you may have gleaned from many of my posts, here, over the past two years, the fact that Monkey Girl is a good kid.
A seriously good kid.
So, you can imagine the amount of inside giggles I got from the following story.
Monday afternoon, the kids and I took the donations from Monkey Girl’s birthday party to the Interfaith Food Pantry.
The Food Pantry happens to be right next to the county Juvenile Detention Center.
AKA…Juvie.
I’m not sure how my kids know about Juvie, but they do.
In fact, Monkey in the Middle was talking about Juvie just the other day.
Anyway, as we drive by, Monkey Girl kind of slumps in her seat and gets quiet.
I say, “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
She says, “I think I’m going to wind up in Juvie.”
I almost swerved right off the road.
“Excuse me?”
“I think I’m going to wind up in Juvie.”
“What would you ever do to end up in Juvie?”
Then, she went on to list the things she’s done to begin the long road to Juvie.
You know, things like rolling her eyes when I’ve asked her to do something, wishing I had made something else for dinner, waiting until her brother falls asleep, on sleepover nights, and then moving him over so she can have more space.
Sarcastic Amy had to bite her tongue to stop myself from saying “Yep…totally Juvie-worthy.”
It was hard. Really hard, but I could see that she was serious.
So, I was able to control myself and respond with a “Sweetheart, you will never, ever go to Juvie.”
And from the back seat, Monkey in the Middle called out, “Yeah…I’m TOTALLY going to Juvie before you are!”
