Anastase was driving back home, so his youngest son, eight year old Cadeau could take his shower and go to his school. They dropped brother Igbe off at San Miguel School, and the next thing Anastase knew, he had the dreaded blue lights behind him.
“License and registration please; do you know why I stopped you?”
“No officer, I don’t know.”
“You didn’t see me?”
“No I didn’t.”
“Where are you going?”
“I dropped one of my sons at school and I am taking my other son home…” He pointed to the back seat, but he didn’t have to say anything else.
The following came out of the mouths of eight year olds. Sometimes, my adopted nephew is a little too smart for his own good. “Mr. Policeman, I have got to go home and take a shower and my Daddy has to go to work so he can feed me and buy me video games. You have to hurry up!”
The policeman couldn’t stop laughing, just said “Go, go but be careful.”
Too bad Cadeau can’t be cloned. It could be a cottage industry. Break child labor laws and place an precocious eight year old in the back seat of your car. Rent a Cadeau today. (Cadeau actually means gift in French).
Out of the mouths of babes eh 😀