Tales From the Deep South

So...I get a call from my Sheriff friend, who resides in the deep south, again and she says, "guess what I have in the backseat of my patrol car?". Secretly I hoped it was the girl who stood me up, but no. Before I could answer she says "I mean, guess who I have in the backseat of my patrol car?", and I said "no idea". She says a 2 month old, baby boy.

Uh yeah...I paused too and then said "um....what can a 2 month old possibly"...and my voice trailed off, only to be replaced with me saying "um why?"

Here's why.

Seems like momma thinks the baby cries too much, he's colicky, she put him OUTSIDE in the yard and oh yeah...the BOYFRIEND doesn't like it either. "IT" being the baby, not the colic.

Apparently this is not the first time, so my friend was taking the boy to his grandmother's while DHS was on it's way to visit, what is typically known as a poor excuse for a mother.

I WISH I was making this up, but...no.