Today has been cool and rainy. It was a good day to spend on quiet projects. Did a bit of sewing, a little reading, a little puttering about in my kitchen. Nothing very noteworthy, but satisfying nonetheless.
This evening I settled in to work on sewing together the crocheted squares for an afghan. Brought up the police scanner website to listen to while sewing.
A little while ago I heard one of the dispatchers announce that there was a father at the police station with his 15 year old son. The father had discovered that his son had been buying drugs from another student at his school, and had promptly brought the son to the station to talk with police about who had sold the drugs.
That had to be hard for a parent to do. And young boys really don't like to rat out their peers, especially if those peers are the source for their drugs.
All I know is what I heard in the police transmissions, but it sounded to me like the father was determined to put a stop to his son's drug use. And in the process, he is giving his son a lesson in consequences for actions.
With a parent who cares enough to do what this father is doing tonight, perhaps the boy has a fighting chance. Too many parents, it seems, don't want to be bothered or make excuses when their children do something stupid. I wish both the father and his son well, and commend them for what they are doing.
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