While touring the La Crosse County Juvenile Justice Center a few weeks back, I got some disturbing news. The head administrator mentioned that on occasion, parents will bring in their unruly children and drop them off. Sounds like a daycare for naughty kids… perfect. They don’t take kids below the age of 10 is the problem. I have seven years to wait. He would love it there. Every meal is hot. Lots of friends, a Wii on a big screen TV, plus computers and snack time. Of course he doesn’t like breaking other people’s stuff—only mine.
It’s not that I don’t love him, but red headed three year olds are an extinct demographic in many parts of the world and for a good reason. There are many milestones in his life that we will celebrate, but the one I want to witness the most, ends with the words, “I now present to you the graduating class of 2026.”
Just this weekend I discovered the down side to successful potty training. You get to stop… a lot. We stopped at every single exit between Madison and La Crosse, including rest areas. After a while, I think it just became a game to him. Being a point A to point B guy who does not like to stop for anything, even bridge collapses, it occurred to me that the people that invented crack lived in a house full of three year olds.
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