It's times like these that I wish I had a tape recorder because my retelling of this story is not going to do it justice....
Tonight Todd and I are hanging out, I'm watching tv when the door bell rings. The door bell rarely rings at our house so we are always saying who in the heck is here?
I go to the door in only my spandex and a t shirt to find a lady and little boy that I do not know. The mother asks me if I have had a chance to support Riverside Elementary and I said that no I had not....then the little boys starts talking..................
As the mom starts to show me the cookie dough booklet and explain what they are selling, he starts talking 20 miles a minute......
Boy: There's present stuff too and ribbon and why do you have this spider web on the wall by your front door?
Me: Oh I don't know I guess I haven't taken it down yet
Mother: Hey it will be really great for Halloween
Me: Yeah I guess so
Boy: I am going to come here for Halloween
Me: Ok I'll take some of the white chocolate macadamia nut
Boy: Why are you getting that you should the play-dough cookie dough, its like play-dough and it makes really good cookies (He then takes off down the drive way)
Mother: He is really excited and likes people a lot and he is obviously not shy...sorry
Me: It's ok (the boy comes back) so what grade are you in
Boy: I'm seven in first grade can I play in your house? I'm going to play in your house for 100 hours
Me: Oh it really isn't that fun at my house, there isn't much to do
So the mother says thank you and the boy takes off running towards the car, plowing through the bushes as he went, and I go in to give Todd back his check book
Me: I'm sorry but I just bought some cookie dough
Todd: It's ok I would have bought something from that kid too....
I'm sure the word is getting out....the lady at 3045 is a sucker go ask her to buy things :)
To funny...I'm a sucker for those little kids too. Especially the Cub Scouts who come to the door in their little uniforms selling tins of popcorn. They get me every time.
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