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WARNING

If you are unscrupulous and live near me, please stop reading this. We can't afford it.

I spent most of yesterday painting and crackling my dining table. Lots of paint. Fumes. I'd like to think that factored in to the story I'm about to tell.

Last night one of my neighbors pulled up in her car and Benja immediately pounced on her with 50 questions, "What are you doing? Where did you go? What are you eating? Why are you eating in your car?" She was sweet and answered him. When you don't have to live with it, it's kind of cute. Then they moved on to what she was going to do next. He's great with timelines. She said she was going to pick up her boys from football practiced and asked if he wanted to come. Of course he did. The kid knows the routine, he said "But first I need to put on some pants." Yes, it was about 6 pm. Yes, he was outside. No, I don't think there's much cuter than a 3 year old running around in navy blue undies. Yes, I'm low-rent.

Since the poor kid had been cooped up all week, I let him go. She knew we were battling chicken pox, so I figured it was her own choice to take the risk. The risk of being scurried out the back door of a dr's office in about 10 to 20 days. I went in and got the keys to the car and pulled out his booster seat to put in her car and off they went.

We finished up the table, cleaned up the yard and went inside. Benja came home. I put my kids to bed. Some of them twice.

This morning I took the trash out to the curb and saw something on top of my car that didn't belong. I stepped closer and about fell over.

Do you see what I saw?

Twelve hours they were there.

Not only is this something that should NEVER happen. It is something one should never let the father of one's children know she's done.

And yet, I blog.

The end.

Sounds like you live in a pretty nice neighborhood!

That is a great story and deserved to be blogged! Thanks for being willing to share.

Unless you click on the picture to enlarge it, it looks like there was a focused group of birds nesting in the tree above the car. That's just the kind of neighbors I'd like to have. Phew.

BWAHAHA HA HA!!!
You did what? HA HA HA! Oh that pic is worth $1,000. You made me cry/laugh :D

It was fumes, you should stick to that story. Or that your brain got poxed if all else fails.

Doesn't J know by now that you don't dress that boy in pants except on Sunday's from 1-5, i guess blogging about it is kinda brave.

hey, nice car!

dude. that's better than leaving the car hanging wide open in the parking garage at IKEA for two hours. I'm going to think up an award...And funny - I thought "bird poop?" at first sight, too.

Seriously, you must be paying your tithing or something.

Although, even that doesn't always work.

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