About ten minutes later our doorbell rang.
It was our neighbors...the ones Lennon stalks. Both parents. Mad. Lennon threw rocks over their fence. Some landed in their pool. Another "hit their little girl in the head." This isn't the first time. They might want the police involved.
|Photo taken in March...when the antics began.|
(Two weeks later)
Doorbell rang yesterday. Same neighbor. Rocks again. This time, an Easter basket filled with rocks. Over the fence. Into the pool. Vacuum is broken. I am mad. I am listening to this man while trying to think of a punishment that matches the crime without physically harming my four year old. Then I hear the man say:
You know, you gotta nip this shit in the bud now, or he ain't stoppin with rocks in a pool. Neighbor kid on the next street up got the cops comin after him daily...stompin flower beds, rocks at windows, lightin matches and firecrackers in the street...his mom don't do nothin about it neither. And you can't just talk to yo kids...I grew up in Texas man! We don't talk in Texas! My mama had a leather belt down in Texas; you know what I'm talkin about! Yo kids ain't listenin...you gotta teach them a lesson so they don't end up in a homosexual gang like my oldest daughter...
Lennon, if you're reading this, please stop throwing rocks.