It was the pained scream that alerted me to the fact the two neighbor boys were on the front porch. It is one of their favorite places to hang out and play.
Rushing outside, I found one of the boys with a hammer in one hand and a large sewing pin in the other. The other was sitting in front of him, a sewing pin sticking from between his eyebrows.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed.
“He wants to be ‘Pinhead,” the child with the hammer answered.
“Where in the world did you get this idea?”
They answered in tandem, “We just finished watching “Hellraiser.”
Their mom was unhappy when I escorted them to their door and saw what the pair were doing.
The following day, I was sitting on my porch, letting Buddy play in the front yard, when a mom, pushing a stroller with a toddler trailing after, came walking by. The little girl stopped and picked something up from the gutter.
At first, I thought it was a piece of wood as the child proclaimed, “I’m smoking a cigar like Daddy.”
Mom looked and quickly knocked it from her lips as she scolded her for putting it in her mouth. The little girl’s feelings were so hurt I could hear her wailing clear down to the corner.
It wasn’t a piece of wood or a cigar but a desiccated dog turd.
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