Yesterday we went on a walk to the gate at the end of our road. Harrison came with us so it was me and the four boys. I was enjoying the cool weather by not wearing a coat in 53 degree weather. Believe me, it sounded like a good idea at the time. Even wearing a toaster oven baby on my back, I was over the spontaneous diversions off the road about 1/3 of the way into our journey and I could no longer feel my fingers.
Ethan: Look!!! It's our neighbor!!!
He and Harrison raced off on their scooters down the middle of the road screaming "HELLO" to eighty-year-old Annie who was slowly pushing her walker seat in front of her. She turned around to stare at the craziness. I called the boys back the 1/4 mile to me.
Kristen: Boys. That is rude to yell "HELLO" from a million miles away.
Ethan: Well, what are we supposed to do?
Kristen: You need to wait until you are near her so she doesn't have to strain to hear you. You should get off your scooter when you get close to her and say, "Hello. How are you today?"
Harrison: We can do that, Miss Kristen.
They rode off again and there was in incident involving someone nearly taking Annie off her feet but they followed my instructions for the most part. I really don't think they mean to act like savages. I caught up to them about three minutes later as they were showing Annie their complicated scooter moves that made her gasp in horror. I suddenly envisioned having to call 911 because she had a heart attack.
Kristen: They are a little crazy. I'm sorry.
Annie: Three boys. God bless you. And they don't look anything like you. But they are very well-behaved.
No. No, they don't. And yes, they are. Sometimes.