Ghetto Neighbors

Not sure we’ve made the best first impression on the neighbors tonight…

Cooper and Charlotte are in a mode of not wanting to wear clothes, so they basically wear nothing but their (sometimes saggy) diapers.

Chris went to get mail (boxes are at the end of the street rather than it delivered to each home) and I assumed he went through the garage because the front door requires the chain lock to prevent Cooper from wandering out the front door.

Do you see where this is going yet?

The last thing I knew Cooper was upstairs getting dressed/undressed while Charlotte was snuggling on my lap.  Then Charlotte says to me ‘Come on mama, play mama’ and as we go to the playroom I yell for Cooper to come play and I hear Chris come in the front door.

‘Get your butt inside right now!’  Uh, what?  In comes Cooper whining and Chris looks so irritated.  I immediately knew what happened and felt like the worst mother in the world.

Chris said Cooper was half way up the street, in his saggy diaper, running around in a neighbor’s front yard.  The neighbor was about to call the cops because of the random naked child playing in his yard.

Yeah, so I’m pretty sure the neighbor thinks we’re the ghetto neighbors who don’t watch their kids.  I wish I could just tell him that I have a child who has the size, strength and intelligence of a near 4 year old, but the impulse control of a 2 year old and that baby proofing doesn’t work and we are regularly outsmarted by our 2 year old son.  Maybe we could hang a sign out front?