Sometimes I like to drink and put on a dress.

So this little tidbit of info totally goes back to my previous blog "Remember that time when I was 4..."

Apparently some little 4 year old tyke decided he wanted to get in trouble so he could see his pops in jail. He stole some booze from his grandpa's cooler - somehow opened up the beer - drank it, mozied on down to his best friends house, broke into the house and opened her gift. It was a dress. A red dress. He put it on. He was found slurring his words complaining about how his mom wouldn't let him have that 7th candy cane....and it was heard that he was asking where Spongebob Squarepants was. Okay so that last part isn't true but I think that's how it happened.

There's a couple things here that I would like to discuss. I am dying to meet this little kid. Seems like he knows how to party. Kidding. But seriously, how about this mom? It was said that she noticed he was missing around 2:00 a.m. Hmmmm...my theory is that she mozied on in from the bar around that time and stumbled into the room to tuck in party boy and he was missing. Where is Timothy? she shouts. He must be in his happy place. Little Timothy is found in time to open his Christmas presents. So seriously nothing happened to this woman? Child abuse. This child is smart. He misses his dad so much but obviously doesn't realize jail is worse than his house, but maybe he is sending us (the public) a sign. Maybe his house is worse than jail. That's just my idea.