A home at the end of our street is for sale. Tragic story that I won't exploit here. Sunday is Open House Day, as everyone who's ever seen a brick knows. Yesterday morning:
Lo: I can't WAIT for 2-5!
TR: Why? What's going on from 2 until 5?
Lo: Open House. I'm gonna be a stalker. I'm going to put up a lawn chair in Austin's yard and watch everyone who comes and goes.
TR: The point of that?
Lo: There are AT LEAST 8 little kids in the neighborhood now, who all play together. We don't need any more elementary school kids. I need another 7th grader.
TR: How do you think watching the comings and goings will facilitate getting one?
Lo: If I see any old people, or couples with younger children, I'll ride my go-kart up and down the street the whole time they're there.
TR: Go with God.
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