dangerous compassions

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

bedtimes

We have two neighbor kids. They seem happy and well-adjusted, a true rarity in our apartment complex. They like to shoot baskets. But a few weeks ago they got a martial arts lesson by some mysterious teenager. Ever since they've been really, really into hitting things. Also, they don't seem to have a bedtime. Last night they were hitting things until after 11:37, when I finally put in earplugs. I don't hate these kids--I kind of like them. But I don't like being kept up way past my bedtime. Bedtimes for all!

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