The neighborhood kids around here are very entertaining. You just never know what you're going to get when the doorbell rings. Once, we got a turtle from a couple of little girls carrying it around in a tupperware-type container. 'Our mom said we had to get rid of him,' they said. Unfortunately, Lloyd was home at the time, and so, the turtle was invited to live with us. I reached out to take the container, and the older sister said, 'Our mom wants that container back.' Now I have a turtle AND I know what dinner invitations to decline.
Last night a charming and polite little boy I didn't recognize rang the bell, looking for Miss Julie. I told him where Miss Julie lived, and he went on his way. About ten minutes later, the bell rang again. When I opened the door he said, 'Excuse me for interrupting you again. I don't mean to make fun of you, but is this the house where the washing machine caught on fire?' We assured him that, no, that wasn't our washing machine, but the next door neighbors'. He then shared some personal information about his family and asked all of our names and how old Weston and Shane were: 'And how old is this little guy?' Then he asked if we were SURE that it wasn't our washing machine, because he had heard it was our apartment number. Lloyd helpfully pointed out the correct door and told him to go ask them about it.
Before he left, I asked him if his mom knew where he was, and the truth came out. He said, 'No, she's at the movies, but my dad knows where I am.'
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