Sunday, March 09, 2008

Spring Training

Thursday was such a gorgeous day I decided to do a yard project I've been wanting to do since we moved in. It involves the strip of property that divides my driveway from my neighbor's driveway. I had the kids outside with me. DD was digging in the dirt I was working with and the baby was in his carseat next to the car. A couple of neighbor boys were next door playing baseball. There were just 2 of them, so it was mostly batting practice.

Next thing I knew it, I heard a baseball THUNK right on the roof of my car. I looked over at the boys who were both looking towards me. One of them opened his mouth and I listened for the expected apology. Instead he looked at his friend and said, "Not again."

I wonder how many times my car's been an unwilling participant in their baseball shenanigans. I told them they better start batting in a different direction (they weren't facing the car in the first place) but I don't know if that will help much. Oh, and don't tell my husband this story. He already doesn't like the neighbor kids (they sled on our yard, skateboard on our driveway, and ride bikes across our grass) and this would be the last straw. What do you do about neighbor kids?

3 comments:

Mark and Jana said...

Move! That's what I would do about our neighbor kids. In fact 6 years ago we did move and it was in part because of our neighbor kids....not to mention we lived in the ghetto.

Lahdeedah said...

You inflict your kids on them, duuuh...

Hubby McRed, when I told him the story, said...

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"How could she possibly care about that crap car? Does she have that crap dodge still?"

No, Hubby McRed, that car is long gone.

"Oh well. What kind of car is it?"

Because, dearie, his reaction is based solely on the current car you are driving.

If it's a station wagon type, apparently, it's just meant to be hit by stray baseballs....

/sigh. Men.

RainyPM said...

My dodge was NOT a crap car!