Seven of the little rascals. Together, in Haverford, Pennsylvania. Going door to door, trying to gin up some cash with the cold stuff. Read all about it here. One brilliant neighbor realized how incredibly dangerous this was. After all, it was teaching children all sorts of terrible lessons like: Get to know the folks on your block. Be independent. Have adventures. So, naturally — like everyone who sees any child doing anything without an adult these days — he called the cops.
In the cop’s defense — just barely — I will say that when he wrote up the kids for the crime of peddling without a permit, he didn’t know the law actually only applied to folks old enough to spell “mooron” correctly. That is, peddlers over age 16.
And the Haverford chief of police immediately realized this whole thing was a “public relations nightmare,” and got the department to apologize for its overzealousness.
But so far the neighbor does not seem to have apologized for his. Seven kids working together on a classic childhood endeavor is just too great a risk, I guess, for anyone to stand by and watch. — Lenore