Kids….

Some memorable children experiences in our current apartment complex:

When we first moved in, Nick and I were bringing some boxes up to the apartment when we saw a giant beetle bug on the steps.  The thing was massive, with big furry antenna.  We didn't bother it, and went on moving.  The very next day, we were on our way down to the parking garage, when a family met us on the stairs.  It was a mom and her three little kids, and she welcomed us.  Her little boy ran up the stairs while we chatted, and came back a moment later, the giant beetle perched on his hand.  He though it was cool at first and wanted to show us, but a moment later, was screaming his head off.  It appeared that the beetle had woken up and was flapping its wings while still sitting in the boys hand, scaring him.  He started jumping and screaming and shaking his hand, telling us he hated the bug now.  Haha, it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen.  Poor little guy.

Another story:  We live next to some very loud, very roudy children.  I have to tell them at least every other day to quitmaking so much noise in front of my bedroom window, because they always wake Tristan up.  "You kids, this isn't a playground, and you can't make that much noise.  Please go play in front of your own houses."  For some reason, they never get it.   Well, a couple days ago, Nick and I were leaving to go out, and the kids were playing in the yard in front of the complex.  One of the little boys ran up and said to me "hey!  I know that lady!  You're the lady in number seven, that says we can't play in front of your house.  You say to go play in front of our house."  Great, now I'm the mean old hag lady in number 7.  It was even better when the next day I was taking out the trash, the same little boy was walking up the stairs with his mom.  He said the same thing again.  I'm not sure if it was contempt of embarrassment on her face as she hurried her little boy into their apartment.  Meh, as long as it gets the point across.