So Tracy and I pull into the driveway from Whole Foods tonight, and my next door neighbor, who’s probably 10, walks up to me and says “why are you here?”
I reply with: “Um, I live here,” to which he turned around and walked away.
I’ve lived in this house for nearly a year and this kid is just noticing my existence?
Tracy laughed the entire walk up the driveway, asking why the kid would ask me that.
I told her I didn’t know, but that this was exactly why I’m uncomfortable around kids. They’re fucking unpredictable.