Earlier this week, the eight year old kid who lives next door took a rock from our garden and carved a long scratch on the hood of Mike’s trunk. We wouldn’t have known about this had another neighbor of ours not watched the whole incident. The kid left just as Mike was walking back to his car to pick up Nathan from daycare. When Mike returned, our neighbor approached him, holding the rock the boy used to scratched the car.
Mike asked if he knew who it was and he explained that it was a boy in a yellow shirt.
Just then, the yellow shirted boy appeared with his brother, both of them walking their bikes down the sidewalk.
“That’s the kid!” Our neighbor yelled out. “That’s the kid who did it!”
The boy dropped his bike and fled to his house. Mike and our neighbor followed, knocked on the door. The parents answered and Mike explained what happened, that their son had scratched the car. As as sure as that little shit did it, he cowered and denied any wrongdoing.
Thankfully, our neighbor was there, rock in hand, and confirmed that what Mike said was true. Mike showed the parents what he had done and they shrugged out an apology and offered to pay for it.
Mike’s not going to make them pay for it because there were other–albeit smaller–scratches on the car and had this been a fresh paint job, he would have given them an estimate.
And tonight, the kid’s out on the street again, riding his bike as if nothing had ever happened and Mike and I discuss what we would do with Nathan had he committed the same crime which would probably be cleaning the car with a toothbrush, but one of those finger toothbrushes you use on a baby.
What would you have done?