The other day, I was gathering all the toys that the neighbor kids had left on my front and back lawn, chucking them unceremoniously on their own dang lawn, when I noticed the youngest girl (Dylan's age) on her front porch stoop. I realized that she was spreading Country Crock all over her front railings with a plastic butter knife. I started cracking up. I didn't tell her mom, nor did I exhort her to stop what she was doing. I figure, if her mom pays that little attention to her children, she deserves to have to clean Country Crock off her front porch railings.
8 comments:
oh my. what a mess. i'm locking up my fridge.
Dustin and I were laughing so hard. You're a good writer. I can totally see the whole picture with your words.
Sounds like you really like your neighbor!
Maybe they won't notice, and they'll leave it until the winter as a sort of ice and snow barrier.
That totally rocks! I am with you, you reap what you sew! I wish you could've taken a picture of that... so classic! ;)
Gotta love those neighbors!
That is SO funny. I hate wiping butter off the counter, I cannot imagine wiping it off the railing.
I think I would have said "don't forget the windows".
Hilarious! I wouldn't have said anything either.
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