I was driving home from chauffeuring my daughter to work today and I started reminiscing about our last trip to Mexico, which was about ten years ago.  We went on a cruise with our kids– ages 15 and 12.  While we were there, the kids saw these street vendors selling cheap little wooden sling shots.  So we bought a couple and brought them home with us.

You should have seen the way the border guards checking us in reacted.  You would have thought I had bought my kids a .357 Magnum and a syringe full of heroine.  “What kind of parents are you?”  Pretty good ones, I think.  My kids never shot out a window or a streetlight.  They never shot a person or an animal.  We put up a couple of targets in the back yard and the kids played with their slingshots for a couple of weeks until they got tired of them.

I don’t know what the moral of the story is.  Maybe it’s “watch your kids.”  Maybe it’s “judge not lest ye be judged.”  Whatever it is, I just wonder how so many drugs, weapons, and illegal immigrants are getting with these geniuses at the checkpoints.  Maybe they are retired now and they were the cream of the crop.