ahh...summer...kids home all day with nothing to do but...fight with the neighbors, apparently. we had some drama here yesterday. the boys were playing out front (there are a whole mess of kids on my block, so there is usually at least one other kid for them to play with at any given time). yesterday was one of the first rain free days that we have had here since, i don't know, 1997 or something. needless to say, the kids were out in full force. most of the kids were neighbors that live on our block and i am familiar with, some weren't.
at one point, dennis comes in hysterical crying, but won't tell me what is wrong. he calms down while sitting on the couch and drinking some chocolate milk. later i see that his knees are all scraped and bloody. poor baby. two transformers band-aids later and he is a happy, napping camper. a little while later, as i am ironing and the girls are playing and dennis is sleeping, jack comes in hysterical crying and says someone punched him in the face. he has a big red mark where he was hit. i go to the door to find out what happened and from what i gather, a little boy was making fun of jack and hit him and then jack was hitting him back and then jack was crying (it was a little tough to figure out with 18 kids all talking at me at the exact same time). fine. my kids are told to stay away from this kid and keep their hands to themselves.
a small time later, jack comes back in crying again. he has been hit in the face another time, by the same child. now, i go out again and i say to the kid "if you can't play nice, then don't come over here" as he rides by in the street, on his bike, sticking his tongue out at my children and i. very annoying.
a little while later, i look out the door and this boy is on the pavement in front of my house, upset. i ask what happens and they say thomas knocked him off his bike. now i've had it and my boys are told to stay totally away from this kid and go out back (which is something of a punishment, since none of the other kids on the block are out there, they are still out front). a few minutes later, there is a knock on my front door. yup...you guessed it. it's the problem-causing punk and his parents. the mother wants to talk to thomas. WHAT?!?!!?! does she really think i am going to send my 9 year old out to her? umm...no sorry. i ask what the problem is and am told that my son keeps pushing her son off of his bike and her son is only 6. my response is that my children have been told to stay away from her little monster, um, i mean boy, and thomas was told to keep his hands to himself. however, her son punched my son in the face twice, and my son is only 5. she asks the boy "why are you punching him?" and his response, not surprisingly, was "he hit me first." then she says, "well, it's fine now. they are gone. you can play." this pissed me off the most i think. WE live on this block. not them! my kids were sent away so this kid wouldn't bother them and now he gets to stay and play with all of the other kids while my boys are banished out back! this is all supremely annoying to me.
sadly, my tale does not end here. i went up to get a shower and dressed (we were going to my in-laws for dinner to visit with family in from california) and tommy did also. when we came down and told the kids it was time to go, the boys were very nervous. apparently, this little creep brought his older cousin to our house...knocked on the door...and threatened my boys!!! TWICE!!! are you kidding me?!?! these kids are assholes! at this point, we all pile into the car to go to dinner and tommy makes a stop at the little creeps' house. he speaks to the older cousin's mother who is all smiles and says she will make sure it stops. the little punk's parents come stand at the door, but won't come up and say anything. hopefully, it will not carry through to today. it looks, however, like i will be spending a lot more time sitting on my front step than i originally planned. wish us luck!