*Even
though it’s a 102 degrees, you’re tired and the neighbors are so old they’ll
never notice anyway
Our
9 year old spends lots of time getting her Nancy Drew on. Her favorite target?
Our crotchety neighbors who she likes to spy on through a hole in the fence.
Yesterday she asked me if this was okay. Evidently her father has yelled at her
on previous occasions about this very act. I said yes. Because it’s summer, and
I’m tired, and it’s not like they’ve got a meth lab going over there.
The
9 year old is a great spy. Very stealthy. Her little sister is not.
Imagine,
if you will… 9 year old, crouched low at adjoining fence, eye glued to the spy
hole. 6 year old traipsing around other end of yard, doing what 6 year olds do,
which is make every effort to step into
the dog poop and blow out dandelion spores so the yard can look even more like
Chernobyl than usual.
Big
sister, to little sister, (quietly): Shhhh….
Little
sister, to big sister, (loudly): Stop spying on the neighbors.
Big
sister, to, oh, the universe (loudly):
Mommy said I could spy on the
neighbors.
Neighbors,
through adjoining fence, (loudly and grumpily): Harummmph.
This
isn’t going to make the block party awkward at all.
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