Back in September, I had the following exchange with a coworker:
Co-worker: I'm hungry
Me: do you want my applesauce?
Me: then you're not really hungry!
This was a classic Jamie-Mom exchange through most of my childhood. You can substitute thirsty or bored as well. Apparently bedroom cleaning was a valid boredom buster in her eyes... I still disagree with that one!
Last night, I channeled my father and was genuinely mortified. A small child (6-8 years old, I'd guess) wandered up to my screen door last night and was looking into my house. He made eye contact with me and a smile started to brighten his face.
Me: Go home.
Me: Because you don't belong in my doorway. GO AWAY!
("Why?"??? I'm going to throw a "this is what's wrong with kids today" in at this point, just to increase my crotchety points. But it did annoy me.)
I know it seems harsh, but it was about 8:45 at night. It was pitch black behind my house, and there are no children that age living in my building or the buildings on either side. I don't understand why this boy and the other two he was with felt compelled to play behind my house. At the time, I thought they were the little unsupervised monsters who live across the street from me - who once stood on top of a construction sand pile and threw rocks and dirt clods at each other. I went upstairs for bed at 9, and could see a group of adults a few buildings down, also yelling and carrying on, so at least the kids weren't completely unsupervised. They finally left my backyard a few minutes before I was going to yell out the window.
So anyway, I guess it's official: I am the "get off my lawn" guy of the neighborhood. Oh well...I guess someone needs to do it!