Shelly has a story. And photos.
Oh, and I have to say this: now that fall has arrived for real, I'm really going to miss the Dialogue of the Deaf.
What's that?
The Dialogue of the Deaf is the shouted discussions across the street between our kids and Shelly and Brian's. It usually involves Kole and Rachel.
Kole: "CAN YOU COME OVER?"
Rachel: "WHAT? HEY, CAN WE COME OVER?"
Kole: "WHAT? MY MOM SAYS IT'S OK!(1)"
Rachel: "WHAT? HAVE YOU ASKED YOUR MOM FIRST?"
Kole: "WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'M PLAYING IN THE SAND!"
Rachel: "WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'M PLAYING ON THE SLIDE!"
And so forth. It's like the McLaughlin Group, only with preschooler Gumbys.
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Footnote (1). 95 times out of 100 Kole has not actually cleared it with Mom when he says this. But he means well.
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