A Team Player?

Last week on Thursday morning, Nickie left at 6am to take a friend of ours to the airport. William's typical time to get started in the morning is between 5:30 and 6:30. I sleep very heavily. To quote one of my favorite movies, if I am asleep, I "wouldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitro-glycerin plant." You starting to sense where I am going with this?

At approximately 7:20 am, our neighor Debbie, God bless her, comes into the house, yelling, "Jawn, Nickie, we have a prawblem!" (She's from Brooklyn)

Seems that William decided to take his big wheel down the street for a morning ride. Ever the free spirit, he decided to go without any pants on.

Now, the neighbors for about 5-10 houses down on either side know who our kid is, and are not ever surprised by seeing a half-naked kid on a big wheel, eating his morning banana. But William got so far, so fast, that a guy leaving for work all the way around the block, probably 1/4 mile from the house thought this sight was kind of strange. I am sure he was thinking "now there's something you don't see every day."

So he fetches William, starts asking him some questions, to which William responded, "it's time to go to the car wash." That was enough for the good samaritan, who started walking back up our street with William, and happened upon a neighbor who DID in fact know who this kid is. So they start up the street with William toward our house, picking up 2 more neighbors along the way.

By the time they ring the doorbell, there is a small army outside of my house, I am opening the door, still trying to get my pants on, rubbing sleep out of my eyes, trying to catch the license plate of the dump truck.

Long story short, the neighbors familiar with William smile, chuckle, and head for home. Good Samaritan #1 leaves with a very suspicious look on his face, probably thinking he better look up the number to social services.