The teen mother went missing, but I finally located her in that stalwart of escape plans, the air shaft. (Okay, maybe it was actually a furnace air exchange pipe, but it serves the same purpose). Yes, she’d secreted herself there in an effort to avoid having to deal with her demanding offspring, but after a couple of hours of hostage negotiations, I managed to talk her out, and then forced her to take care of her kids. But all in all, I’m not sure if my tough love plan to teach parenting skills to disadvantaged youth, and make them deal with the consequences of their unwed sex is going all that well. But I still plan to apply for some of that faith-based social services money, because I think the program is something that this administration would really go for.
I’ll give you more info about the program later, but now I need to get some sleep, as I need to be up at the crack of dawn for my “No Peeing in the House” seminar for wayward debutantes.
Posted by s.z. on Friday, June 2nd, 2006 at 2:26 am.
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