mom boy stuffed dad

brody, you can't throw trash out the window! it's bad for our earth and the police will give us a ticket.

(we drive a few blocks. complete silence as he processes what just happened.)

mom, i won't do that again.

ok, buddy. i know you won't.

(pause. we drive a few blocks more.)

mom, can the police men hear everything we say?

no, only God can hear everything we say.

so the police can't hear me?

nope.

(pause. more thinking)

mom, can you tell God that i am sorry i did that and i won't do it ever again?

yes, i can tell him.

...and can you ask him to tell the police men that i am sorry and to not give me a ticket?

ok. i'll tell him.

mom, i mean right now, ok?

ohhh...like for real right now...ok.

"dear God. brody is really sorry that he littered. he did not know it is illegal and he will never do it again. please let the police men know so that they do not give him a ticket. amen."

thanks, mom.