When you hear that a child sneaked downstairs, got into the refrigerator, found the beer, drank some, left his house, broke into the neighbor's house, opened a bunch of their Christmas presents, discovered one of the presents was a dress, put it on, and wandered down the middle of the street until the police came and arrested him, you immediately assume the worst. That it's a Cyrus. Or maybe one of Britney's boys.
In fact, this time it was a civilian. A four year old boy. Whose mother is 21.
Those of us whose children are older than four are now feeling a huge sense of relief that we have been spared this humiliation.
We are also thrilled to have reached the age of 21 without being asked to appear on television to explain our children's misdeeds.
A college education has many purposes. Apparently, one of them is birth control.
Big deal. At 4, my son could not only open a beer can, he could make mommy a mean martini.
Holy cow what a mess.
Uggh. So much to snark on, but I'm thinking that story will just get worse before/if it gets better.