annoyed

a.k.a. Jamie's typical feeling about this summer.

There is an abundance of boys and a lack of parents in our neighborhood in the summer.  This lopsided distribution means that most "issues" fall into my lap to resolve and - of all the boys - there is really only one who is going to listen to anything that I say and he's not even that reliable.

So, six boys decided to throw some things (I don't even know what) at each other and one accidentally hit the plastic fence of the neighbor.  This was apparently lots of fun because they then decided to aim for the plastic fence.

Then, they all scattered.  Quickly.  The scattering I witnessed.

This was followed by a ring of the doorbell.

Because apparently *my* son was throwing things at her fence and it's a giant plastic fence and she's worried about the structural integrity of her plastic fence and the fact that she may or may not have imaginary grandchildren playing on the other said of said fence.

OMG.

Then I try to track down 6 boys, who know they are in trouble because they saw her coming and ran to someone else's house.  There were 6 boys who were NOT interested in being in trouble and certainly weren't the "boy in the red shirt" (only one kid in a red shirt, who was incidentally the only kid who the neighbor was certain was NOT involved).

In summary: 2 boys = game of monopoly.  4 boys = game of basketball.  6 boys = might as well be watching toddlers.