When I was about the kids' age, old Mr Weekes lived in the row house next door. We'd always see him looking out his 3rd floor window. I assume that he didn't get downstairs much.
I am sorry to say that I and the other kids would sometimes make faces at him. I feel very bad about this now. I would feel bad anyway, but I feel even much more badderer because at least a few times he was nice to us, by tossing down some parcels of candy.
Kids can be cruel, but I am thankful that at least no one has made faces at this Old Man in the Window yet as I gaze at the kiddies from my window. JJ even saw me this morning and waved.
=========From my Old Man's vantage, I snapped this picture because Danica was being her motherly self by helping Chloe get her shoe back on. She's such a sweet child.
Meanwhile, JJ and the boys weren't looking overly exuberant as they contemplated the upcoming day. This bus stop is heavily dominated by boys.