So anyway, tonight, at around 8:30 or so, I'm driving home from (surprise! surprise!) Jordan's (crapfest of a) soccer game with Ben in the car. I pull into our neighborhood (the big one)... and am driving along, imagining the beautiful glass of red wine I'm going to enjoy when I get there. Out of the corner of my eye I think I see a boy, about Ben's age, splayed on the grass next to the curb... it looked like he had been a victim of a hit & run. Now, it took a few seconds to register this, then debate whether to a) keep driving & call 9-1-1, saving my son from seeing anything that might scar him for life or b) turn around, help the kid & call 9-1-1. I made a split-second decision & turned around. I didn't see the kid. So I went home thinking I had just imagined it.
I go home & start making dinner. About 20 minutes later, Michael & Jordan come home. He had given her a ride to the school to get her car, then they drove home separately. I guess when Jordan got out of her car, she ran to Michael's car, practically in tears, telling him she had seen a kid on the side of the road. So they got into Michael's car to see if they could help... surprise! surprise! The kid was gone. So they come in & start to tell me the story & I finished it for them.
When each of us had turned around, we noticed an older teenager climbing over a hill leading to one of the apartment complex. Apparently, he & the young kid were in cahoots playing a HORRIBLE prank! Who the hell would THINK to do such a thing? I 'm stunned & appalled! I wonder how many people DID call 9-1-1?! Scary stuff, I tell ya!
The one good thing to come out of this is that I had to have an extra glass of wine tonight, to calm my nerves *wink*.

Ben was just as excited as I was, so he helped me set this up...