Got home from the commissary today to see the entire neighborhood worth of kids on our front porch. Not my favorite, I will admit. Dave’s “not favorite” was the reason for the childrens’ presence though. We had a visitor.
He was terrified! The kids were torturing him! We thought about using a shovel, but decided to send the kids away and allow the visitor to go home on his own.
Hope your evening is as peaceful as his will be….