This little piggy

(HOME) This little piggy showed up unannounced recently.

She hitched a ride in the bottom of a school bag, a little girl’s school bag, because, well, someone in the family, a little pint-sized someone, apparently thought nothing of wrapping her little fingers around the little piggy and claiming it as her own.

The little piggy came to my attention as I cleared the school bag of its daily contents—a half-empty lunch box, a few crumpled drawings, a daily agenda that always tells us that its pint-sized little owner is, on most days, a model citizen at school.

That may be because her penchant for pilfering pigs has not yet been discovered. At least not in her catholic school, where surely a sin like poaching piggies would produce a proportionate punishment.

But her thieving ways were addressed at home, where the perpetrator of the little piggy crime was busted mere moments after the little piggy’s presence was known.

It was, for the most part, a one-sided conversation.

When asked how the little piggy came to end up in our home, the pint-sized guilty party began to simply bawl.

Big time.

Big time bawled.

She had no explanation. No defence. No excuse. And no inclination to try to wiggle her way out of this one.

So the punishment was rightly rendered by the judge, jury and executioner.

By dad.

The guilty party would be made to return the little piggy into the hands of its rightful owners, in this case the ladies who run the before-and-after program at school.

On judgement day, after having discussed in great detail the ramifications of grand theft pig, the pint-sized perpetrator made the long, foreboding walk from parking lot to school with much apprehension, and a much slower gait than that to which we are usually accustomed.

When finally she stepped through the door with dear old dad announcing that daughter dearest had something to say, she reverted to the previous day’s explanation for having poached the pig.

She bawled.

Big time bawled.

Bawled enough to make the daycare ladies want to bawl with her.

They pitied the pint-sized perpetrator just enough to numb the sting of having been caught, but not quite enough to dim the lesson of crime and punishment.

Every action prompts reaction.

Particularly early on in life when little piggy pilferers must be broken of their pilfering ways.

Signed,

The Family Man Muser

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