I think I can safely say that one of a mothers greatest yearnings for their child is to have friends to play with in the neighborhood. Think about it, it requires no traveling (to pick up or drop off), they can play outside (or inside), and when the day is over they live close enough to just say "see you tomorrow." <---insert audible sigh here!
Let me take you back to the day we got to meet our wonderful neighbor child, his name.... Angus. I swear when Matt referenced Dennis the menace it was hitting the head on the nail! Angus comes over and starts talking to us, covered in dirt from head to toe you would think this child hasnt had a bath in days (this is where I felt sorry for him), no shoes on, but the biggest smile you could imagine.... "awe he is cute, must be close to Jesse's age" were my thoughts to be exact... he is talking to matt and matt is actually humoring him... and then Jess starts to play with him (we think, wow this is nice, now Jess is busy.) Before we know it Angus is running into the garage, inviting himself into the house, and trying to take (at the time) one of our dogs home. Mind you, this is all the FIRST day we met! So I tell him today is probably not a good day, we are rather busy but would love to have him over again when we are settled. (someone smack me now for even saying that!) The next day comes and matt is off to work, and the doorbell rings... once, twice, annoyingly a million times... I open the door "Hi is your dad home" amused I tell him, "my dad doesnt live here," ...confused.... "oh well is your brother home," getting a kick out of it "no, my brother doesnt live here either." (Jess comes to the door) "isnt that your brother?" "no, that is my son Jesse," "oh, well I need to talk to Jesse and his grandpa." hahahahahahahaha, I know at this point I should have corrected him, but I couldnt help but feel slightly amused that he thought Matt, who mind you is only a couple months older than me, was my dad! I tell him thats not Jesse's grandpa its my husband and his dad, and he isn't home. He continues to invite himself in. As a mother this is where I started to wonder "where are his parents?" I could be some psycho child molester, and he is ringing a strangers doorbell and coming in to play!!!! o_O Strange if you ask me. I tell him that he needs to ask his mom or dad if he can come in and play... literally 2 seconds later he shows up and says his dad said yes, me trying to assure that Jesse will have friends lets him in.... upstairs they go in a flurry and I start hearing him slide and crash into the wall, toys are hitting the floor "BOYS... behave up there or Angus will have to go home." "OKAY" and yet the loud noises continued. The doorbell rings and much to my surprise a boy is standing there (he is clean) asking if Angus is here and saying he needs to go home... I introduce myself and he says that he is Angus' brother... I ask if Angus came home to ask if he could come in and play, and he tells me no...I mean, was I expecting to hear yes? I tell him that Angus told me his dad said it was okay, and his brother informs me that his dad isnt home because he works nights as well. As Angus leaves I tell him that the next time he comes to play I will need to meet mom or dad or he needs to bring a note........
Of course, he tells me okay.
Until our next adventure of the life of a child and our crazy neighbor.... my question is, in this crazy world what kind of parent just lets their child run a muck and enter a strangers home? I will give you that answer next time :)
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