09-11-2019, 02:35 AM
This was too cute not to share.
My wife and I live in a fairly tight-knit condo complex, and everyone's garage opens into a cul-de-sac or a courtyard.
At the end of the street opposite of ours live "The Ewoks." My wife coined the term. A couple and their young boys, around six or so. She calls them that because they are always running around the neighborhood together, dressed alike, on matching conveyances, such as skateboards, kick scooters or little bikes with training wheels. Up until now, Dad has always come along with them to keep a watchful eye, but he's giving them a bit more independence to roam around our street, and all of the neighbors keep an eye out for them.
A few days ago, they were rummaging around in the bushes next to my garage door when I rode up the street coming home from work. I asked them what they were doing in there. "We saw a huge spider run into the bushes, and we're looking for it!"
As I took off my gear and pushed my Bonneville into its parking spot between my wife's car and the wall, they stared into the garage. One said "I like the red one!" while the other said "I like the black one!" I thanked them both.
Then, one of them said "How come you get to have two motorcycles?" I didn't really know how to explain it to a six year old, so I just said "Maria is very nice and lets me have two of them."
They bounded off on their next adventure, which I believe was watching the neighbors walk their dogs. Later, they came to the door and knocked. They explained that they went home, and asked their mom if they could each have two bicycles. Mom said no. Since I have two motorcycles, they didn't think that was fair.
"Sorry boys, I can't help you on that one."
My wife and I live in a fairly tight-knit condo complex, and everyone's garage opens into a cul-de-sac or a courtyard.
At the end of the street opposite of ours live "The Ewoks." My wife coined the term. A couple and their young boys, around six or so. She calls them that because they are always running around the neighborhood together, dressed alike, on matching conveyances, such as skateboards, kick scooters or little bikes with training wheels. Up until now, Dad has always come along with them to keep a watchful eye, but he's giving them a bit more independence to roam around our street, and all of the neighbors keep an eye out for them.
A few days ago, they were rummaging around in the bushes next to my garage door when I rode up the street coming home from work. I asked them what they were doing in there. "We saw a huge spider run into the bushes, and we're looking for it!"
As I took off my gear and pushed my Bonneville into its parking spot between my wife's car and the wall, they stared into the garage. One said "I like the red one!" while the other said "I like the black one!" I thanked them both.
Then, one of them said "How come you get to have two motorcycles?" I didn't really know how to explain it to a six year old, so I just said "Maria is very nice and lets me have two of them."
They bounded off on their next adventure, which I believe was watching the neighbors walk their dogs. Later, they came to the door and knocked. They explained that they went home, and asked their mom if they could each have two bicycles. Mom said no. Since I have two motorcycles, they didn't think that was fair.
"Sorry boys, I can't help you on that one."
