Little little kids and big little kids.... erm, can you say WEIRD?
My street is, like, overrun by little kids. Last I counted, there were about 30 people under the age of 13 on it. And there are two gangs of little kids, you see. The little little kids and the big little kids. They are having a war or something and my brother (who is 12) is on the big little kids side. They are both very stupid. Here is an excerpt of a conversation I had with an army of little little kids:
(first of all, it is very important to know that our little kids are in no way cute. They're basically all bratty little children, so that is why I show them no sympathy)
Me: *opens bedroom window* Um, is there any particular reason why you two are standing in my backyard with water guns?
Little kids: Is your brother home?
Me: No.
Little kids: *look very angry and mutter amongst themselves* When will he be home?
Me: Dunno. Are those water guns filled? If so, I think they're probably frozen by now *rolls eyes*
Little kids: Oh *guilty look* noo.... they're empty.
Me: So what are you planning to do with them then?
Little kids: Oh *more guilty looks* nothing, nothing at all.
Me: Could you please get out of my backyard with your guns, then? *closes window*
So of course they didn't leave. As far as I know, there are still two six-year olds standing out in below-30 degree weather with waterguns. Haha, my brother is gonna whup their asses!
(first of all, it is very important to know that our little kids are in no way cute. They're basically all bratty little children, so that is why I show them no sympathy)
Me: *opens bedroom window* Um, is there any particular reason why you two are standing in my backyard with water guns?
Little kids: Is your brother home?
Me: No.
Little kids: *look very angry and mutter amongst themselves* When will he be home?
Me: Dunno. Are those water guns filled? If so, I think they're probably frozen by now *rolls eyes*
Little kids: Oh *guilty look* noo.... they're empty.
Me: So what are you planning to do with them then?
Little kids: Oh *more guilty looks* nothing, nothing at all.
Me: Could you please get out of my backyard with your guns, then? *closes window*
So of course they didn't leave. As far as I know, there are still two six-year olds standing out in below-30 degree weather with waterguns. Haha, my brother is gonna whup their asses!