My boys love to play outside! Yea! they are only half couch potato. They do what normal kids do. They play soccer, football, basketball and the occasional hide and seek. How beautiful it is (you would think). I have a neighbor and he is I would say about 100 yrs old. This man tells me and my husband that my kids can not play outside in MY yard. What kind of B.S. is this. Last I checked I was the one paying the mortgage and property taxes over here. Ya feel me! He goes on to say that my beautiful little angels are disturbing his wife who is sick. His wife comes outside everyday and tends to her garden. Tell me how sick is she? (I don't know) When no one is around this crazy old man tells my kids that he is going to call the police on them. Tell me who does that to a 11, 10, and 6 yr old. Now this is just not right, I mean for God's sake they are children. He is scarring my babies to death thinking they are going to go to jail for playing outside. I of course being the good neighbor tell my kids to mind him because after all "love thy neighbor". So we move our kids from the front yard to the backyard and low and behold who goes to his backyard to sit and watch my kids waiting for them to get loud or kick a ball at his fence. This man tells my husband that the kids are ruining his fence by kicking their soccer ball. The ball does hit the fence of course if someone scores a goal. Tell me the purpose of a fence. I thought to keep things that don't belong to you or things that should not be in your yard out of your yard, right. Well then I believe the fence is serving its purpose by keeping my kids balls out of his yard. If I hear shhhhh.... one mo time and I am not the one saying it to my children it will be "War of the Roses" at my house. FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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