These are our neighbors, the kids who think Neighbor is my name. Alex and Zoe are just fine but watch out for Michael, the guy on the left. Just yesterday he called 911 and had the police at their house (Alex wouldn't give him a toy), rode his bike without stopping to look both ways across the busiest street in town (he was looking for the dog, the one he let out when he wasn't supposed to), and picked a big bouquet of my prize daffodils without asking (for his grandma "Cool Grandma, not Grandma"). He rang the doorbell or knocked on the back door maybe 8 times to see if I could come out or to tell me some bit of news. He will go to kindergarten next year....and when is the first day of school?
Number 18 -- A barely-hanging-on Blogoversary
2 months ago
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