It was not horrible outside yesterday so we were all out putzing around in the garage and yard. One of our neighbors walked by with her two kids, a boy about Alex's age on a kick-ass big wheel and a baby in a stroller. We all waved hello and they kept on their adventure...for about 4 steps past our driveway. It was there the little boy decided he wanted to meet Alex. Yay!
It would be Yay! except my darling child loses all control of himself when put on the spot to, oh I don't know, have manners and properly meet someone. So instead of coming over to where I was standing to meet this very nice lady and her very well behaved children, my son started running all over the yard like an escaped convict with the crazy in his eyes while intentionally "tripping" over nothing. Aren't you happy you decided you wanted to meet him? He did finally calm down enough to find out the boy's name is Landon and to show him stuff in the garage. They played for about five minutes and then headed home for dinner. As they were walking away, Alex told me, "It was really nice meeting Landis."
Total success.
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