We Are Definitely The Weird Neighbors

Have you ever had one of those moments where you wake up in the middle of the night realizing something disastrous happened earlier in the day? All of the pieces of a series of events mysteriously come together in the night and land in your brain causing you to sit upright in bed.

At some point in the day, a few days ago, Mason asked me to write a sentence on a piece of paper for him. The sentence was, "Maddy is my sister." Maddy is our next door neighbor, and Mason often refers to her as his sister. He REALLY wanted a sister when Max was born, and even offered to settle for a hamster instead of a brother. Alas - he ended up with a brother and simply pretends Maddy is his sister.

Anyway - at another point in the day Mason asked for an envelope. At another point in the day Mason begged to deliver a note to Maddy, but reminded me that he wasn't allowed to ring their doorbell anymore (another story for another day). At another point during the evening, as I was immersed in another project and only half listening, Marcus told me that he and Mason had delivered a note to the neighbors by ringing their doorbell and running away. Now - you're getting all these tidbits at once - allowing for an opportunity to put the pieces together quickly. I was not so fortunate.

I woke up at about 2 am realizing that the neighbors heard their doorbell ring, went to the door to find nothing but a blank envelope. What was inside the envelope? A note bearing an adult's handwriting with the words, "Maddy is my sister" in block letters (so Mason could read it easily). After that incident where I was accused of stalking the Women of Faith group, this is not going to look good. Again - another story for another time.