Sunday, September 21, 2008

All in the Neighborhood


At 5AM we sprang from our bed by a peculiar alarm clock.  Gun shots ...from two distinct guns...on our corner.  We live on the corner.  Welcome to my neighborhood.  I'm ready to move.

We couldn't see any action from our window.  I think I'm thankful I couldn't see anything.  I wish we had kept a log of all the times we've called the police since living here.  For gun shots alone, we've called at least four times in two years.

On a completely different neighborhood note, my knight in shining armor saved the day.  Well, he tried.  One 8 year-old boy, I'll call Romeo, needed a new inner tube in his bike.  Hubby said he would teach him how to fix it.

While Hubby went to the store to get the tube, I played soccer with Mr. Intensity and Romeo in the court yard.  The other neighborhood boys avoid Romeo like the plague.  Romeo has lived a hard life (with little parental supervision).  Romeo picks fights and gets the other boys in trouble.

Romeo also stinks.  Like poop.  It breaks my heart.

At one point, Mr. Intensity says very loudly, "Momma, he stinks."  

I tried to ignore it.  Romeo even said, "He just said I stink."

Lost for words I just stared like I didn't hear or understand.  Romeo you do stink.  Of course I didn't say it.  I didn't know what else to say, either.  What would you have said?

Tonight at dinner, I asked Mr. Intensity "How would you feel if Romeo said you were stinky?"

He said with a smile, "But Momma, he is stinky." Implying that he thought it was just gas.  In our family, we laugh at gas - a lot!

So, Hubby tried to explain that the reason that Romeo stinks is that he needs to take a bath and that it's not kind to tell someone they stink.  But I wonder if he really got it, or if we were just muddying the waters for him. 

3 comments:

John and Pam said...

This reminds me to keep praying for you to sell your house! Thank the Lord for protecting you!

Julie said...

yeah I am praying you sell your house too!

What a blessing you can be for that boy. Since you live in such a warm place I would have suggested playing soccer in the sprinklers!!! That would have cleaned him up some :)

Eli always says "what stinks" and i cannot find a way to tell him he shouldn't be saying that..epecially since he says it in English and most of the people don't understand him

reprehriestless warillever said...

It is so hard to teach tact.

We haven't figured it out yet.

The last time I tried to explain it to my 6yo it sounded like I was telling him not to stand up for what is right. So I stopped.

When my 4yo pointed out at a party that another kid pooped, I took her aside and asked her who needed to know that information. Did the whole crowd, or just that child's parents? She seemed to understand that.

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