Tagger

Well, being a mom is always an experience.  Here's a little story for you:

Merile's car ignition seized up.  The only way to get the ignition cylinder out was to take a drill to it and drill the tar out of it. So, I took a sharpie and marked a big "X" where I wanted the hole in the ignition and armed with my trusty drill and some safety glasses, I went to town.

Jack was sitting in the back seat of the car watching me drill.  However, it was about 100 degrees in the car, so he wilted and hopped out. He was on the lawn, running around the deck, playing with his trucks. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't playing in the street or bugging the neighbors, so he was good.

I took a break from drilling to rest my hands. Jack said, "Mom, how do you spell Damon?" I said "D-A-M-O-N and went back to drilling.

Crazy thing drilling an ignition. It was kinda awesome. I felt kinda like criminal! hehe.

I got out of the car and gathered up my tools...headed into the house and went about my day.  A bit later, I went back outside to get the mail.  Here's what I saw:

Hmm. This picutre looks kinda familiar. In fact, I've seen this type of monster truck before. Yep, this is Jack's "tag." My kid took the sharpie I used to mark the ignition and he tagged my mailbox!!! 

Might I tell you that tagging aka "grafitti" is illegal in Washington?!  I've prosecuted certain juvenile deliquents for less!

I looked at Jack. He had a very proud smile on his face.  "Look, Mom...do you like my monster truck?"
Mom: "Jack, did you tag anything else?"  Jack: "Mom, what is tag?"  Mom:  "Tagging is drawing on other people's stuff, son."  Jack:  "Yeah, Mom, but our mailbox was UGLY."  Mom:  "Point taken."

It only took a brief look around the yard to behold additional tags.... 

Apparently, I am an accomplice to this crime. I told him how to spell "Damon." 

What can I say???  He loves his mom.

And, well, most criminals leave some type of incriminating evidence. Most, however, don't leave their REAL name behind!!!

So, truth be told...I was a little ticked off at first.  But now that I've had time to reflect....everytime I get the mail I smile.  It warms my heart.

What a monkey!