#sorryneighbors

My Night….

Chase (runs in from the deck): “Can I go over to Grayson’s grandma and grandpas and play?”

(They are our sweet neighbors. Chase and their grandson play together all of the time. Our fenced in backyards open up to each other’s yard, essentially making one big yard, so the kids run back and forth, all of the time.)

Me: “Sure. Dad will come get you when it’s supper time.”

Chase scampers off into the sunset. 

About 20 minutes later, Cory goes to the neighbors to get Chase for dinner. Cory comes home and says, “Guess what Chase was doing.  He was sitting at the kitchen table eating Little Ceasar’s pizza with the grandpa.  Grayson wasn’t even there.” 

Chase piped in: “I peered through their window and saw that they had pizza and I hoped that they would offer me some.” 

That’s right, my child wanted to eat pizza with the neighborhood grandpa and made it happen.  It took me a good 20 minutes for my laughter to subside and to be able to look at Chase without having to cross my legs, trying not to pee from laughter.  Hey, the kid knows how to get what he wants #winnerwinnerpizzadinner

A couple of weeks ago, we were outside in the backyard playing and our neighbor lady was gardening.  She walks over to the fence and says, “Congratulations.”  Coming up blank, I asked, “For what?”  She replied, “Chase told me you adopted a sweet blonde-headed baby girl.” (Chase was describing my girlfriend’s daughter).  I could feel my ears and cheeks start to turn red from embarrassment.  I replied, “We do love her, but we didn’t adopt her.”  The neighbor is silent for an awkward 17 seconds and then replies, “I’m guessing it’s not his birthday today either?”  I face my eyes to the ground and simply reply, “No, that’s in February.” 

I look over at Chase who is swinging on the swing.  He says nothing but gives us a shit-ass grin and continues about his business.   

Why, oh why, is this my life?