Adventures in Suburbia

Mr. 1969 calls our neighbors kids the Wu-Tang Clan. They have a tendency to hang out late on their steps and they are loud. Our block is extremely quiet with the exception of these kids. **sigh**

On weekends, when their friends come over, he looks out the window and announces that the "Wu Affiliates" are visiting.

He is kind of obsessed with making sure these kids don't step on his grass, don't leave any trash on our property, etc. It's actually funny. He is turning into one of those neighbors that says things like "You boys better get over on your yard." "Uh, you gonna pick that up?". You know, the old man next door.

Well, yesterday, we were in the car. He picked me up from the train station and we pull up in our driveway and sure enough....the two neighbors kids are hanging outside of their house with their friends.

His radar goes off and he starts scoping out our lawn to make sure everything is in order. So Tali 1 shouts out, "DADDY! The Wu Tangs are outside again."

I give Mr. 1969 a dirty look. He starts laughing and says, "What?"

"Why did you teach him to call the neighbors the Wu Tang? That is not cute."

"He won't say it around them."

"That's not the point. They are "our neighbors" not the Wu Tang."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. They don't know what it means"

I am interrupted by both Tali's sitting in the back of the car holding up "W" signs with their fingers chanting in unison "Wu Tang, Wu Tang, Wu Tang".

I turn and look at my husband, who is cracking up with tears in his eyes.....laughing.

Maybe I should have stayed in DC?