I came this close to dying...

Ok, not really. But we did have a very eventful Saturday afternoon.

For all those curious about our little neighborhood drama, here's how it went down.

Saturday afternoon I get a call from my friend, Jen, who lives on the street behind us. She told me she was about to go kick some kid's *butt* on behalf of my son. To be honest, I had to start counting my children at home in order to figure out which son she was talking about. Three of them were at home so that only left one...Ty.

Ty and his friend, Jake, were walking to the park from Jake's house when they saw these two older boys beating the crap out of this little kid. I guess Ty and Jake asked the kids to stop and the kids told them to run away and stop starring or they were next. Ty and Jake ran to Jen's house because it was closest to ask for help. They were too scared to walk back to Jake's house because they were afraid the kids were going to get them.

Well Jen called me on her way over there, broke up the fight, and when she asked the kid where he lived so she could talk to his parents, he said in his most polite teenager manner...

"Stranger Danger, I don't have to talk to you lady"

Jen drove to pick me up and together we decided to follow this punk home. When I tried to talk to him, he sweet demeanor started to wear off. He decided to tell us to "back off" and to "shut up" and he didn't have to tell us a "damn thing".

Well in that case, I will just back off...idiot, I don't think so!

I called over at Jake's house to check on the boys and Jake's mom wanted to know what happened. She had heard the boys' side of the story and so I told her what this little shit ( I apologize but there really is no nicer way to put it) was doing and saying. So, Jake's dad hopped in his car to help try to talk some sense into this kid.

We cornered him and his little buddies on the street corner and Jake's dad politely informed the kid he better start walking home so we could follow him. The punk was more than happy to do as he was told at this point. (I have got to learn to do that! The kid was not at all intimidated by Jen or myself).

I guess on the way to his house, the kid called his dad because as soon as we turned on the kid's street, a car came racing down, slamming on his brakes and barley missed hitting the car. Both dads jump out of their cars and we were sure there was going to be a fight. The punk's dad was very upset that his child was threatened and he was all too ready to make that known. Jake's dad was pretty pissed that this little fool threatened our 9 year olds. Not the greatest of combinations, I have to admit.

Anyway, Jen and I decided it was time for us to step in so Jen grabbed Jake's dad's arm while I got between them. Probably not the best of my ideas, I realized, only after I was standing face to face with this furious man. That is when I politely asked him to please not hit a girl. I wont lie, I was a little nervous he might not have really cared!

We told his parents the only reason any of this happened was because he was beating the crap out of a seven year old and when asked where he lived, he was very disrespectful. The dad didn't care about that part, that was obvious. Especially obvious when the punk ass started yelling at me to "shut up, lady" and "you don't know what the hell you're talking about". All in front of his parents and his father said nothing to him. His mother did yell at him for this and sent him home.

The men calmed down by this point and things were starting to get resolved...until the punk's dad went home and heard from his son that Jake's dad threatened him with his fist (I was there, I swore he just had his finger in his face). Either way, the dad came rushing back down the street wanting more. Once again, Jen and I jumped out of the car and put our lives on the line for them again (or stood far behind them and just prayed they weren't about to fight...)

Things were said, people were pissed, but everything got settled and we all headed home...except punk's dad who decided to drive around the neighborhood until he found out where Jake's house was so he could call the cops on his dad.

Because we all know after hearing this story, Jake's dad is definitely the one who needed the cops called on him. (I hope you picked up the sarcastic tone)

The funny part is, this all kind of made me homesick. I have two older brothers who would have handled this situation pretty much like both the dad's did, and that really made me miss them. Is that wrong?

The good news is, Ty and Jake did exactly what they were supposed to do. They ran and got the closest adult they knew and asked for help. We don't need to mention that by the end of the night, the boys (or maybe it was just Ty) were talking about how the "murders" wanted to kill them. A little exaggeration never hurt anyone...