Sheepdog and I had just finished playing a fantastic game of hide and seek late last night, when a text came in from Kid A. A friend had alerted her that somebody just “hit” our driveway with shaving cream.
Ah, Junior/ Senior Wars. A time when high school kids can play lighthearted pranks upon members of the opposing class. A little toilet paper here, some shaving cream there. Some call it a rite of passage. Some call it fun and funny.
I call it stupid and a ginormous pain in my ass, especially when I am hosing off my driveway in my pajamas at 1 a.m.
The police department calls it vandalism, especially if it escalates. Shit just got real, yo. On your permanent record.
There are always going to be fartknockers who wreck it for everybody else.
Sheepdog and I do not condone Junior/ Senior War activity and we do not allow our kids to participate. But I was alerted via Facebook that some juniors’ houses in the neighborhood got TP’d the night before, so I took precautionary protective measures in anticipation of my senior getting a little something-something, just because. Cutting down the two river birch trees from the front yard a few years ago wasn’t going to be enough. I tapped into my Jersey Girl/ Boardwalk Empire roots and asked myself, What would 3-Pops do? But, since the answer to that question likely involved a baseball bat and some knee caps (not really my style), I decided to go a more technologically advanced route.
If you mess with her cubs, you had better be prepared to hear from the Mama Tiger (Swiger, like tiger).
An apology would be nice, but I won’t hold my breath.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…