12 years, 3 months.
Sunday afternoon, it was beautiful outside. Everyone from our neighborhood was hanging out in the cul-de-sac.
As Mommy and I were catching up with the neighbors across the street from us, who we have barely seen since winter started, a lady walking her dog casually came up and joined the conversation.
Pretty quickly, she asked us, “What’s up with those boys in the cage that I just walked by? Why are they in there?”
I immediately responded, with not an ounce of shame, “Yeah, that’s our son there in the cage. My understanding is that one of the neighbors around here was getting rid of their old dog crate, so they had it sitting out by the front of the street. So now, our son and one of his friends are playing in it.”
She felt a little awkward by my response, but decided to stick around for the fellowship. A few minutes later, she looked back at the cage situation, and announced, “Oh! Now there is a little girl in a pink Jeep who is running into the cage with the boys in it…”
I cut her off by saying, “Yeah, that’s our little girl. Looks like she is seeking revenge on her older brother, and he is taunting her to do it.”
Your sister also was throwing a tennis ball at the cage as hard as she could too.
It was like watching a kitten taunt two bulldogs chained to a tree.