Daily Moments of Zen
So the room I live in has this window with a little lip of roof coming off of it. The roof really doesn't serve any purpose, as far as I can tell, other than to give the neighborhood children a place to go running on whenever their parents give them too much sugar. Every now and again I'll be minding my own business when a rug rat will go stomping by. Usually I go out and ask them to stop, usually with a little bit of explanation. Anyways, today I went out to talk to a few.
Elk: Hey, guys, was that you running across the roof over there?
Rug Rats: It was him! *all pointing to one kid*
Elk: *meeting eyes with The One Kid* I know you're just trying to have fun, but I live right there. It's a little unnerving when you guys go running by, because I don't know if it's kids or someone trying to come in through the back window.
The One Kid: *his face shifting from a guilty look to a knowing one* Oh! Do you know how to tell?
Elk: How?
The One Kid: *his face perfectly serious, as if this clarification should clear up any problem* You can tell because if it's a kid we'll be screaming.
Elk: *feeling suddenly beaten* I see... I... you guys enjoy yourselves then.
Elk: Hey, guys, was that you running across the roof over there?
Rug Rats: It was him! *all pointing to one kid*
Elk: *meeting eyes with The One Kid* I know you're just trying to have fun, but I live right there. It's a little unnerving when you guys go running by, because I don't know if it's kids or someone trying to come in through the back window.
The One Kid: *his face shifting from a guilty look to a knowing one* Oh! Do you know how to tell?
Elk: How?
The One Kid: *his face perfectly serious, as if this clarification should clear up any problem* You can tell because if it's a kid we'll be screaming.
Elk: *feeling suddenly beaten* I see... I... you guys enjoy yourselves then.