We May Live In The Sticks, But We Can Still Get Eggs From the Neighbor.

Whoa, this has to go down on my list of best days ever. Just look at what showed up in our mailbox!

Here is where I interject with a back-story about how we live next door to a small army of a family. I believe they are at 8 children and counting. Periodically, a handful of these kids show up giggling at our door with a box of homemade cookies, some leftover tomatoes from the garden, etc. They are so darn cute (and polite), it just makes our night. Every time. Well the cuteness and the fact that they come bearing free food. The only hitch is that our insane dog goes even more insane whenever they cross onto her territory, making it all a bit more than stressful. Now I will admit that it is a little Children of the Corn-esque to see this mass of kids emerging from the woods behind our house. But still, there is no excuse for the way she seems so desperate to rip their tiny limbs off.

Because of all this, I’ve tried to come up with ways to reciprocate their kind and generous acts. For example, one day a gaggle of them appeared on our doorstep asking if they could have some ground cinnamon for an apple pie they were baking. Let me tell you, I all but freshly grated 30 pounds of the stuff in sheer delight at the ability to actually pay back their kindness. But so far this reciprocity has always been somewhat of a losing battle, what with the dog snarling and going berserk when they so much as open their garage door. The nerve.

And then along comes today, when I finally get to tell them that nothing, NOTHING would please us more than becoming lifelong egg customers, and by-the-way, can we please hire one of you for regular high-paying babysitting jobs? I love that Mom Neighbor said she “might have a few that are interested in a babysitting job”. A FEW. We got the call of confirmation tonight, that Brad would indeed be interested in babysitting and I am dancing in my chair as I type this because man, do we need a neighborhood babysitter. And who better than one who comes over-qualified, thanks to constant practice with seven other kids?

Crap, does that mean they win again?