My husband collects abandoned animals, mainly animals that have been knocked over (so far they have been quite small) and brings them home to nurture them back to health. So far most of his efforts have failed and the animal has died of shock, but he still does it in the hope that one day his valiant efforts to save our wildlife from roadkill will work. I swear sometimmes he is St Francis reincarnated.
My eldest son, however collects children. He is the protector of all. A child being bullied at his school often ends up being brought home here so that when I get in I have to run him home and explain to his frantic parents why their child is at least an hour late home from school. Puts me in a difficult situation at times, and it makes for an interesting life as you never know who it will be on my doorstep when I get in. Now don't go thinking that my eldest is at all threatening to be around, or that his muscles are scary. In fact he is a very slim child almost weedy looking in stature, but he is a black belt in Taekwondo and the one thing he has that is like his father, is that he looks really threatening when he is mad. Both have a way of cocking their heads to one side and a look that ppl tend to stear clear of them. So children being picked on at school tend to hang around him as they know that no one will take him on. I am not sure how much damage he would do, just lets say I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his fist, he can be quite strong.
So no surprises then that I come home from work today to find another waif and stray that son has collected. I sit and chat to him, find out what is wrong, end up advising and telling child who to speak to at school then take him home to a very frantic mother who is about to ring all and sundry and report child missing. My son is over moon that I have helped his friend but can't help but wondering I haven't seen the last of this particular child and his problems.
Oh well better get some dinner prepared for the family!
