As I was eating my breakfast (english muffins with butter and wonderful Bon Mammon preserves) I had an opportunity to contemplate children and their behavior. Now I like children, as I hope friends of mine with children will attest, but I like well behaved children. I am not so draconian to believe in the “Seen but not heard” theory, but I am bothered immensely by the situation I was placed in over breakfast: “Heard but not seen.” And this is a situation that happens often enough.
Given the noise coming from our neighbor’s house, I am continually amazed (and disappointed on occasion) that I do not see an ambulance arriving to take away a dismembered child. But day after day the screaming continues. Maybe I live next to a franchise of hell?
Have a nice day.