Boy Grasses Up Mother for Marijuana Possession!

Whoops! A mother who was in possession of marijuana has been turned into the cops… by her eleven-year-old son. The smell had become so repugnant to her son that the young boy took pictures of his mother’s “crops” and had forwarded them to the police.

A raid on the Dakota County, Minnesota home turned up eight pounds of cannabis, stuffed into supermarket carrier bags. The mother, Heidi Christine Siebenaler, 40, a probation supervisor, has been charged with fifth-degree possession of marijuana while her husband, Mark Siebenlar, 40, is charged with possession with intent to distribute. Mr. Siebenlar claimed that the drugs were for medicinal purposes due to a brain injury he suffered 20 years ago. The couple claimed that Mrs. Siebenlar didn’t know about the drugs and that the marijuana was kept away from the children.

Heidi’s son had forwarded pictures of the loot to his biological father. The father then contacted the appropriate authorities.

Mrs. Siebenlar said: “They said my son couldn’t escape the smell of marijuana and had to go outside for a breather. That’s not true. I live in this house. Never smelled it before. It makes me sick.”

But her eleven-year-old son told police that the house regularly smelled of marijuana smoke.

A search warrant said “Often times, he is unable to escape the smell without going outside.”

It’s great to see a young man take the high road and he should be commended for his bravery in this matter. Usually when I report on children, it’s about some horrible deed they’ve done. But not this time. Well done young man!

Teacher Forces Six-Year-Olds to Rub Her Feet.

From time to time I find myself blogging about incidents that involve the school system. Usually the news pieces centre around the bad behaviour of students, but today’s post is about the misdoings of a teacher. A South Carolina teacher of Batesburg Leesville Primary School has been accused of forcing her first-grade pupils to rub her feet.

Brenda Norris, the grandmother of one of the students, became aware of the questionable behaviour when her granddaughter came to her and begged not to be sent to school. The six-year old girl then revealed that the cause of this was that she hated to rub her teacher’s feet.

“It’s just painful, just to know that this woman would have them touching her feet. What was going through her mind?” said Norris. “My granddaughter has nightmares, she cries. She said ‘I have three wishes, Grandma. One of them was not to go to school today.'”

Lexington School District Three Superintendent Dr. Chester Floyd says an investigation has been launched into the matter and meetings have been held with the teacher and the parents and all necessary actions have been taken. The district hasn’t specified what these actions were though.

“The administration took immediate action. Immediately began an investigation, took appropriate action, rectified the situation, had a follow-up meeting with the parent who brought the incident to our attention. We took very stern and appropriate action and that situation has been rectified,” said Floyd. He says the incident was not racially or sexually motivated.

As of yet, no charges have been filed against the teacher so the teacher’s name has not been released.

WTF? Why was this lazy cow of a teacher asking six-year-olds to rub her feet? Did she think it was an acceptable request? Sure, this isn’t a scandal the magnitude of the Jerry Sandusky/Penn State situation but I am just shocked and flabbergasted at this news. This little girl only just started school around four months ago and already her trust in teachers has been destroyed. What a stupid, stupid woman. She should lose her job if she proved guilty and should no longer be allowed to work in the education system.

10-Year-Old Girl Attacks & Threatens Her Teacher.

Back on November 1, I wrote a blog about a 9-year-old Florida girl who was arrested for, among other things, assaulting a policeman and school bus driver over a matter of candy. The school bus driver had told her not to eat candy on the bus which made her go ballistic. Well, on the news-wires today is a very similar tale, once again set in Florida.

10-year-old Florida girl, Miesha Bryant attacked teacher Kelly Sanchez after Sanchez had confiscated a bag of Hallowe’en candy. Bryant went on a rampage, hitting her teacher and threatening her life.

According to an Orange County sheriff’s report, Sanchez told investigators that she was holding the candy until the end of the day. She said the girl “went behind her desk and took the bag of candy without her permission.” Bryant then started pelting classmates with the said candy. After Ms. Sanchez once again seized the candy, Bryant started throwing items from the teachers desk. While waiting for a school resource officer, Sanchez was struck in the stomach by Bryant and was told by Bryant that she would “kill Ms. Sanchez and her family.” When police arrived, Miesha, being held in the assistant principals office, was cuffed and taken to a juvenile detention centre, where she was later released into her mother’s custody.

In a TV interview, Sebrina Bryant, the mother, said she was angered over Miesha being arrested for the incident and didn’t believe her daughter was capable of such behaviour. But when the WFTV reported asked the child why she threatened the teacher, she piped up and said, “I was mad.”

I think that last paragraph speaks volumes here. The mother, instead of reprimanding her child, went into self-defense mode. It’s not a parents place to stick up for their child when they know full well that he/she has done wrong. Children need consequences for bad behaviour and Miesha’s mother’s reaction was teaching her that she can get anyway with anything. Discipline should have been the first item on the agenda. Children need to learn accountability and I fear it may be too late for this little girl.

Hallowe’en Costumes Through the Years!

My wife and I spent a wonderful night with our little niece last night at Hattiesburg’s Zoo Boo (although she did turn six today so I guess she’s not so little anymore). For the uninitiated, Zoo Boo is a week long Hallowe’en event held at our local zoo where they open their gates from 5:30-8:00 p.m. for young trick-or-treaters to come and play games and win candy. It’s been going on for many years now.

It’s really become quite the tradition for us. This year marks the third time we made the trip out. And looking through some of my old photo folders, I’ve put together a little collection of my niece’s costumes from year to year.

2009

It started in 2009, at age three, she dressed up as Supergirl. At the time I had been letting her watch a lot of She-Ra Princess of Power episodes and she had kind of fallen in love with the idea of self-empowering female superheroes. She saw this costume for sale and she had to have it. And she continued to dress up in it for months on end. She used to love running around the garden as her red cape flapped behind her. Bless!

2010

2010 saw her graduate to a Wonder Woman costume. Hmm, another superhero costume… Am I seeing a pattern here? Now four, we had a wonderful time. Zoo Boo is made up of little games that kids can win candy from and I remember this particular year there was one where you had to shoot a basketball through a hoop. This little bugger, aged four, rimmed it! Clever little thing!The accompanying picture is of us on the carousel inside the park grounds.

2011

And last but not least, here is me and the little ‘un posing outside Zoo Boo 2011 (we got there early this year). Keeping the streak alive she went dressed as Batgirl. I flippin’ love this kid! What great taste! And boy was it freezing. The little love had to don a jacket shortly after this picture was taken. It was another great night at Zoo Boo and we had kept the tradition alive for the third year. Roll on next year!

Is Sarcasm Genetic?

So is sarcasm genetic? I guess you could make a case for that being true, but I think it’s generally taught. My five-year old niece (who you will be familiar with if you’re a regular reader of my blog) is walking evidence that this may not be the case.

A lil background on me. I’m a 32 year old English male who has been living in the United States for nine years. If you grew up in my household, you should have a firm grasp on sarcasm. Myself, my brother and sister were always jibing at each other growing up. I have to feel sorry for my poor mum. I’d always pick at her with my sarcastic humour. Not in a malicious way though. She actually enjoyed it in some kind of twisted way. So you see, I had a firm base in sarcastic humour, and when I moved to the States all those years back, I faced the task of having to adapt my humour style to mesh with your average American citizen.

Chalk and cheese. Oil and water. Ice cream and horse manure. Somethings just aren’t compatible. And it turned out my sense of humour wasn’t tailor-made for the Stateside peeps. Besides having to slow down my thick Norfolk accent, I had to figure out how to connect with them on a humour level. This blog is in no way a dig at the American people. The English have their ways and the Americans have theirs.

Case in point. One time I was working a concession stand with a girl who is a close friend of my wife and I. She made the comment that whenever she hears me talk, she pictures me as somebody drinking tea with a little teacup, wearing a bowler hat and carrying an umbrella. My natural sarcasm kicked in and I exclaimed “That is so racist!” I waited for her to laugh. It never came. Instead she apologized to me and asked if she had offended me. I said of course not, but I could really see that she felt bad about it. I tried to reassure her it was okay, but the damage was done. Whoops!

So what about my little niece? Well, I’ve been there for her since she was born and have babysat her on numerous occasions. I’ve taught her how to draw, colour, read the alphabet and many other things. One other thing is that she’s learned from me is my sarcastic sense of humour. Say that I trip over. She laughs at my misfortune. In response I quickly snap “Why are you laughing?! Did somebody tell a joke?!” Does she feel bad and apologize profusely? Nope. She just quips back “Because you just fell on your butt!”

Now genetically her and I are no relation. Meaning that my sarcastic streak has not been genetically passed down to her. But through nurture, instead of nature, she’s picked up sarcasm. This is why I think sarcasm is not genetic. It’s brought on by learning through example at a young age. And boy did my little niece ever learn it!