he said. she said. a married couple's blog.

What is wrong with the kids in our new neighborhood? Honestly. At the old 'hood there was a group of kids -- they were all around 8 or 10 -- that would run around in the back in the woods and hit each other with sticks and stuff... Here there are kids at the hillbillies house on the one side of us, and there are a bunch on the otherside. They run back and forth in the front, and lately they've been coming up in our lawn. Everytime I see or hear them I feel like going out there and telling them to get off my lawn. It's just this instinctive, gut reaction that I have. I didn't even know I had it in me. It usually makes me more mad that I feel this way than the actual act of the kids being on the lawn. Today though, they were having some sort of water battle and now our deck furniture is wet! Bren went outside for a minute and some kid came up to him and pointed his water gun at him and told him he was going to shoot him. Bren told him he wasn't and to take his little game elsewhere. WTF? What do I do now? I want to yell at the little brats and tell them to play in their own damn yards. Of course if we piss them off then we're screwed. I've got a feeling that their parents won't really care, either. Something has to be done, though....