Wednesday afternoon D2 came home from her walk to Allens (think store-where-you-take -all-your-money-from-your-allowance-to buy-candy-and-dollar-toys). On my freshly washed kitchen counter she started to unload her treasures from the shopping spree. First she pulled out a couple foot long Tootsie Rolls, next came a Butterfinger bar, followed by a plastic package of fake money.
I was surprised to notice the plastic grocery sack was still not even close to empty. But not nearly surprised as I was to see what came out next: a flatten soda can, a piece of paper with tire marks, a balled up wad of wrapper, and a myriad of smaller pieces of litter. I stood in amazement at her collection, spread across my once clean kitchen counter. Before I could compliment her on picking up so much trash along her way home, she looked up at me and explained,
"My teacher says littering is the baddest thing you can do."
"The baddest?" I doubted, ignoring her grammar.
"What about stealing? What does your teacher say about the Enron executives?" I asked.
"My teacher says littering makes our world ugly," she replied, completely ignoring my inquiry.
"And murder? How wrong does you teacher believe it is to take another life?"
"No one should ever litter. It's really bad."
"Perhaps the real questions is what is your teacher's opinion on the death penalty. Have you ever discussed capital punishment?" I questioned.
"Littering is the baddest thing you can do," she repeated, "We should never do it."
While D2's teacher seems to be a fine person, I'll be terrified if this woman ever becomes a Supreme Court Judge or heaven forbid a member of the legislature.
'Cause if I'm sent to the gallows for a receipt blowing out my car window...I'm gonna be ticked!