Lispys Thief Catching Theory....

As I begin this post I need to put up a disclaimer: The language used by said children in this post is not taught nor encouraged by said parents... However, said children pick these words up from older brothers whom are impossible to correct when said language is used - there for we end up with a swearing Lisper! Let the fun ensue -

A few weeks back my mother and I were running some errands for the farm. I had to get groceries, farm supplies etc. so she was along to help me wrangle the boys and load/unload the crap I had to get. Its amazing how much 'stuff' it takes to run a house - like food.... tons of food....

We had stopped to get Pappa Murphys Pizza, which I lust after by the way - almost as much as I do for the Milk Man - and were waiting in the truck for them to be finished. It was a long line so it was going to be a bit of a wait. This particular store is in a strip mall that has a small pharmacy next to the pizza joint. You can get anything you want there, cards, toys, games, knick knacks, candy etc... We had parked outside of this store because we could 'window shop' and watch the pizza shop at the same time. Before I go any further it is probably a good idea to give you a weeee bit of background about somthing that goes on in our house - other than the swearing lessons - Big Son and the Milk Man watch war movies but not graphic stuff - WWII documentations etc. One night they were watching an episode of the Nazi infestation of France and how horrible they were to the Jews etc. Milk Man said "Take them out back and shoot them - then they will stop - quick justice"... For some other reason we always say when someone/somthing is being stupid shoot em... not sure why we do this, but we do.

Back to Lispy -

As we sat in the truck ogling the pretty window sun catchers in the pharmacy, 3 kids walked past. They looked a little shady and kept looking behind them. About 20 feet behind them came the shadiest one of all - he wore a hooded sweatshirt, butt crack showing jeans - the whole 'gangsta' look ***vomit here***. He proceded into the pharmacy, hands into sweat shirt pocket in the front. I said to my mom, "Theres a wanna be thief - bet he steals somthing from in there and comes out on a fast run".... I worked for human services as a parent aid/welfare worker for 11 years you can spot these a mile away. ANYWAY - not 3 minutes after he walked in, sure as crap he was running out hands in pockets, down the street where is little freaky friends were waiting. Big Son yells in my ear from the back seat 'MOM call the cops - he just robbed that place! MOM its your duty to report this!! MOM arnt you going to do somthing to stop him?" MOM - MOM - MOM!!!! He is all worked into a lather as Lispy sits in his car seat calm as can be and out of no where were says (and I dont condone this word, I hate it with all of my soul)

"Thust (just) soot (shoot) the futter'..........You know what word that was, I need not explain. Quick simple justice. That is the way Lispy is, deal with it and be done with it - no need to get all worked up and out of sorts - take care of buisiness once and you wont have to deal with it again.... The picture of him sitting in his car seat, buckled in, with his left leg ankle on his right knee, leaning back like there is not a care in the world, with his hot wheels sun glass's on is enough to bring fits of laughter at any given moment. My mom and I had the worst time trying not to laugh, thank God the pizza's were close to done so at least I could leave and let it all out.

Like I said, we dont use that kind of language as a practice, but its out there. You cant shield them from everything, just guide them when the oportunity brings itself to light....

So I leave you with a Lispy picture - can you imagine that word coming out of this Cherubs mouth?

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