Juvenile delinquency is a modern term for what we did when we were kids. ~ Unknown

Just when you think your 12 year-old boy doesn't need adult supervision anymore, he gives you a little reality check :)

Wyatt was out last night with two of his friends while Cyle and Colby were at a wedding reception. On their way home, Cyle starting receiving frantic texts from Wyatt saying he was sorry and begging him not to be mad. Cyle raced home and found the house empty. He texted Wyatt to ask what was going on and Wyatt informed him that he and his friends had gone doorbell-ditching and one of the neighbors had called the cops.

When the police arrived at the scene of the heinous crime, my cute little boy RAN! He was public enemy number one! Runnin' from the law...

The other two boys didn't run but they sang like canaries as Wyatt hid nearby in the dark. He could hear them ratting him out to the fuzz. Cyle and Colby were instructed where to go and as they approached the vicinity of my son's hiding place, he came darting out from the darkness and tried to seek refuge in the backseat of Colby's car. He opened the back door and my 7 year-old calmly told him, "Other side". That was it. He lost what remaining hold he had on his emotions and snapped.

To add to the torment, Cyle told Colby to drive them over to the cop car parked around the corner. MEAN! Although I am quite sure that Wyatt fully expected his "friends" to give the authorities all the information they would need to pay him a little visit at home after they were escorted to their houses.

The po-po's were a no-show, but Cyle and Colby got quite a few more laughs out of pretending the cops were at the door, causing Wyatt to wail.

If I were a gamblin gal, I would bet Wyatt won't ever go doorbell ditchin' again. He took a little trip on the wild side and I think he likes it better in front of an X-box in the safety of his living room, where he's the one holding the gun and his adversaries are the one's hiding in the dark...