Especially rocks.
The other night we had some friends over and the kids were all outside thoroughly enjoying themselves while we adults were inside doing the same.
A rapid knocking at our door snapped us out of it.
There were two cops.
"We have a report of some kid throwing rocks at your neighbor's window."
Uh oh.
Well, we brought him to the front door and gave him yet another stern talking to. But I think this one might have stuck.
It helps to have two tall, uniformed strangers staring down at you.
What didn't help was their amazement when they saw how old he is. "Wow, you need to get him into baseball. What an arm! Is he a lefty? You could make some money off that kid!"
MacAlister, my love, it may be cute now ... but don't you be bringing cops around any more. I doubt they'll be so nice next time.
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