Our neighbors love us. I mean, they have to. What’s not to love? Sure, my kids are loud and sometimes obtrusive and I’ve been known to wander my yard in a pair of pajama pants that have holes in unfortunate places. We’re not exactly who Mr. Rogers had in mind, but we’re a friendly bunch and for the most part keep to ourselves.
For the most part.
My two youngest like to watch what’s happening outside. If there’s someone within view, they’ll notice and follow their actions from each window. You can’t get away from them. It’s almost creepy.
Which made it nothing unusual when my 5 year old stood at the window and proceeded to greet one of the women who live next door. Except Buzz just happened to be without clothing in this instance. Surely this would be of no concern to her, however. The view was at a height that nothing would be seen as long as he kept at the position he was in.
Of course he wouldn’t stay in the position he was in.
“Hi!”, he waved innocently enough. The neighbor looked up and politely waved back, unaware of what she was about to confront. They continued waving awhile longer, until Buzz decided to take it a step further. He turned around and lifted himself up, showing his bare bottom.
“Look at my butt!”
Now, really. Won’t you be my neighbor?