About three weeks ago, I met a new family in the neighborhood. The mother, who I’ll call Harriet, has three sons, age 4, 7, and 10. They were playing on the front yard where a tent swing hung from their yard’s tree limb. My twin three-year-old daughters played on the swing and met the boys all of whom were friendly.
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Not sure I get it.
Posted by: Shaun | April 01, 2013 at 06:46 PM
Shaun, you have to click on the link to read the entire article.
Posted by: herculodge | April 01, 2013 at 06:51 PM
Woops! It's like I am new to the Internet.
Posted by: Shaun | April 01, 2013 at 07:05 PM
If just one neighbor looks at you askance, consider yourself well off. Nearly all my neighbors hate me, and the feeling is mutual. I'm surrounded by The Five Neighbors From Hell!
Posted by: Ed | April 01, 2013 at 07:13 PM