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pegkerrAbout a half hour after I posted my last entry, my neighbor across the alley appeared at my back door with his five year old son. "Dylan has something he has to say to you," he said solemnly.
Yes, Dylan did, although it was obvious that he didn't want to say it. He looked a little to one side, as if he wanted to be anywhere but where he was, and but manfully 'fessed up. He mumbled, "I'm the one who did it." I had been really mad, but it was hard to wreck all the vengeance I had been nursing in my wrathful bosum for the previous half hour on a little sunburned snub-nosed boy, who couldn't even bring himself to meet my eye. "Well, it was awfully disappointing," I told him. "I had really looked forward to eating those watermelons."
After he apologized, it was determined that Dylan would use his allowance to buy us a watermelon, and he would do some yard work for us on Saturday. I told Dylan that under the circumstances, I would accept his apology. "I'm sorry, too," his dad mouthed to me as they turned to go. And I could tell he was. I thought the dad handled it well.
I have no idea how Dylan's father found out, but it was probably through my next door neighbor, who happened to be in her yard when I discovered the theft and heard my lamentations, and she put two and two together and told Dylan's dad. . I didn't ask Dylan, because I didn't think to until after he had left, but I'll probably ask on Saturday: why did he do it? The melons weren't even ripe. But the answer is obvious. He's just a little kid, and little kids have zero impulse control. They Do Not Think. I'll bet he grabbed the melons to lob them as bombs at other kids he was chasing through our yard.
Anyway, I'm glad to know what happened. It makes me feel a tad bit better to know it wasn't some stranger being malicious, it was just a young kid who was failing to use his brain for anything other than keeping his skull bones apart.
*Sigh* Still, watermelon from the store, bought with a little boy's allowance, won't taste the same as watermelon out of my garden.
Yes, Dylan did, although it was obvious that he didn't want to say it. He looked a little to one side, as if he wanted to be anywhere but where he was, and but manfully 'fessed up. He mumbled, "I'm the one who did it." I had been really mad, but it was hard to wreck all the vengeance I had been nursing in my wrathful bosum for the previous half hour on a little sunburned snub-nosed boy, who couldn't even bring himself to meet my eye. "Well, it was awfully disappointing," I told him. "I had really looked forward to eating those watermelons."
After he apologized, it was determined that Dylan would use his allowance to buy us a watermelon, and he would do some yard work for us on Saturday. I told Dylan that under the circumstances, I would accept his apology. "I'm sorry, too," his dad mouthed to me as they turned to go. And I could tell he was. I thought the dad handled it well.
I have no idea how Dylan's father found out, but it was probably through my next door neighbor, who happened to be in her yard when I discovered the theft and heard my lamentations, and she put two and two together and told Dylan's dad. . I didn't ask Dylan, because I didn't think to until after he had left, but I'll probably ask on Saturday: why did he do it? The melons weren't even ripe. But the answer is obvious. He's just a little kid, and little kids have zero impulse control. They Do Not Think. I'll bet he grabbed the melons to lob them as bombs at other kids he was chasing through our yard.
Anyway, I'm glad to know what happened. It makes me feel a tad bit better to know it wasn't some stranger being malicious, it was just a young kid who was failing to use his brain for anything other than keeping his skull bones apart.
*Sigh* Still, watermelon from the store, bought with a little boy's allowance, won't taste the same as watermelon out of my garden.
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Date: 2003-08-14 08:58 pm (UTC)B
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Date: 2003-08-15 06:51 am (UTC)I'll be curious to hear the boy's answer if you do get a chance to ask him why he did it. Kids that age come up with all sorts of reasons that make sense to them but leave us scratching our heads...
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Date: 2003-08-15 09:01 am (UTC)What great neighbours you have.
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Date: 2003-08-15 10:19 am (UTC)I planted iris'. Which are a pain to plant as you have to dig deep for each bulb. I planted 12. I watched them grow all summer anxiously awaiting the blooms when I could cut them and bring them inside. I went to DC for a very short 3 day business trip. I came back and all my iris' were gone. The utter disappointment, shock was absolutely overwhelming. I started to cry. The dad and 4 yr old son came over and apologized and I couldn't help but just start crying. They were going to buy me iris' from the store but I said don't bother. They're not the same.
I have never planted iris since.
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Date: 2003-08-16 09:41 am (UTC)I mourn the loss of your watermelon with you. That would have been lovely.