Person of Interest

We hosted a Potluck Playday for the church Saturday. Ten couples and somewhere in the vicinity of 300 children came over with greenbean casseroles, apple brown betty, and oatmeal raisin cookies.

The little ones ran around the house, leaving destruction in their wake. Then around the yard and onto the playscape. At a certain point, one little girl comes off the playscape to the porch, crying loudly. Her mother held her and was trying to figure out what happened, when a five year old boy screamed out "Tattle Tale!"

Now, no adult had seen what had happened. No accusations had been made, no investigation had been instigated. Had we been able to secure the crime scene and undergo a full investigation, the boy still could have said "Unh Uh!" and we would have had trouble convicting him unless we could obtain solid DNA evidence.

But yelling "tattle tale?" Not a good way to deflect attention.

Granted, he could have been setting the tone for the future. Sure, he was going to get in trouble for this incident. But if he could successfully convince the other kids that he was a gangsta, they'd think twice before tattling on him the next time.