oranges

There are a variety of neighbor children. One is kind of new, and she throws the biggest fits in the world. At first we referred to her as "the umbrella kid" because the first world-class fit we ever heard her throw was over an umbrella. We worry about her. We hear her start screaming and we're like, "Oh great."

But there are two Mexican boys who live a few doors down, and they are sometimes loud but very reasonable people. They yell and stuff, but they seem happy. Right now they're shooting baskets.

They say hi to Erik but not to me. Once one came to the door selling chocolate. I was sorry to say, "No, thank you."

Anyway, yesterday one of them had a bunch of oranges, and we went somewhere, and when we came home the oranges were all smashed in the parking lot.

Yesterday we went for a walk in the neighborhood, and one of the kids was on his bike and riding his bike around us. He didn't say anything to us, but he kept riding his bike near us, and it was very friendly.