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.
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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.
I would have to be at that window every morning. I love how all these kids have backpacks almost as big as they are!
ReplyDeleteand they went off knowing they were safe.....
ReplyDeleteI'd be at the window as well!
ReplyDeleteCute shots...and I know that old man forgave you kids...:o)
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Somehow I can't imagine you as Mr. Weekes ...and definitely not badderer than any other old guy !
ReplyDeleteIsn't it neat that you can watch them get off each morning?
Absolutely charming observations, as sweet as Mr. Weekes' candy packets.
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