Summer, cottage, beauty! I am lying in my hammock, the children, the eldest and the youngest, rush between the "obstacles", dousing each other with water pistols. Yes, we do not have a garden, instead of it there is entertainment for children of three ages - a preschooler, a teenager and two 40-year-old children, which my husband and I. Usually we are not against the visits of neighboring children - everyone has known each other for a long time. More precisely, they did not mind, until the next relatives came to the neighbors on the weekend.
On Saturday, my legal day off, I woke up from squeals outside the window. On our territory, a neighbor's girl, two unfamiliar teenagers and another baby. Ofigela, went to find out who it was that fell to us without an invitation. It turned out that the children were relatives of the neighbors. And the neighbors have everything, like people, that is, the plot is planted with everything, including rows of potatoes, from the free street there is only a lawn around the gazebo.
Okay, they forgot to warn in the steam, the children left on their own, let's say, let them play. And it started...
Spread sand from the sandbox throughout the territory - yes
Sculpt sand cakes on a hill / porch - yes
Run around the site, jumping on everything, including the tennis table - yes
The constant "and when you release the swing" addressed to the eldest daughter, "but take it away, it bothers us" - about the son, who is in his sandbox with his toys. Attempts to reason, calm, agree, influence even through the parents did not lead to anything absolutely. Five minutes of silence and all over again.
But I finished off the moment when the neighbor's kids will return to us after dinner. The son, having taken a new spatula from home, rushed to the sandbox to play with the girls (they play with the neighbors regularly). And the girls, seeing him, defiantly left the sandbox and stood near it.
"We're waiting for you to leave," said the little plague. And our little neighbor agreed with her. The son already wilted, not understanding at all what he did wrong.
I did not have time to expel them - the scene was also observed by my husband, who immediately flew out of the house and in a harsh, but censored form, sent the whole gang out.
Guess who are the bad neighbors now?