The Forgotten Child

Upon leaving Daffy's football game last night (we won!) BS and I decided to call Daisy to see how her's was. (She is a cheerleader for GhettoU.) Just as he was reaching to his waist to grab his phone, it rang.

"It's Daisy now," he said as he answered the phone.

It took all of 5 seconds for me to realize it was NOT all good in the hood.

"Calm down BabyGirl. What is it?"

"Okay, let me start trying to get someone on the phone. Stay right where you are, we're heading your way now.... Well I know that... Daisy, you're going to have to calm down and give me a minute to work on it...."

After he disconnected from her he turned to face me while driving. He was sheet white.

"Daisy is at the school by herself. One coach stayed with her, but isn't real comfortable since it's 11:30 at night."

"Where is BM?"

We start speed dialing. I called BM. Nothing. I called BM'sHusband. Nothing. I called their house. Nothing. BS called BM. Nothing. BS called BM'sHusband. Nothing. BS called their house and step brother answered. He was under the impression that they were at the school waiting for Daisy.

"Ain't they there?"

Hello Captain Obvious.

At that point BS called Daisy back and let her know we were on our way, and to let her coach know. (I was also uttering silent prayers for safety. Less you think I kid, there is a metal detector at every door in that school district, including elementary. They have a drug sniffing dog ON CAMPUS. There is child-care provided for JR. HIGH mothers....) This hood, my friends is not where you want your kid at nearly midnight, in the dark.

That's when Daisy passed the embarrassed, scared part and was as hot as her hair. FLAMING!

"I don't EVEN know what she's doing! This is BAD."

Keep it even, Minnie...

"Look maybe they're having car trouble?" I offered.

"He fixes cars (for a living.)"

"Well they may have just gotten hung up," I got nothing....

"So they can't answer their phones?"

This went back and forth for an other five minutes. All the while we're still an HOUR away from her school.

Thank goodness Daisy had another call coming in. She returned to the line to let BS know that BM and BM'sHusband were on the way. I stayed on the phone with her until BM arrived. (I could hear her tires squealing as she pulled into the parking lot.)

I told Daisy to have a good night and to call me tomorrow. BS said he loved her and we heard her open BM's car door.

Then there were screams. Loud, pissed off, pms-ing teenager screams.

We hung up, texted her good night, and starting driving home. That's when I nearly lost my mind. It was a combination of fear (little girl standing in the ghetto with a coach that's scared to be there,) anger (who, WHO forgets their baby?) adrenalin (Daffy played one of his best games ever, and I have to punch BM in the neck.)

I started to laugh. I don't mean chuckle or giggle. I mean an full blown maniacal-institutionalize-me-now laugh. Without prompting, BS joined me. As I wiped the tears from my cheeks I was able to get out a few words, "What are YOU laughing at?" I asked BS.

"Ohhh. That is one pissed off little girl. BM is about to get her ass handed to her," he managed to choke out. (Keep in mind we were both still cackling like hyenas)

"No," gasp, spew, spit, wipe tears "Daisy has PMS and Lord help BM is there isn't a freaking pizza roll in that house." I gagged.

And that's what we did last night. You?