Uh-oh, I seem to have been adopted by a little girl across the street. She came over 3 times yesterday evening, and for such a little person, she knocks on the door like King Kong strung out on caffeine. The first time I came to the door, she asked if I wanted to buy some sort of Pizza Hut card. I said “No thanks”, and she shrugged and darted off my porch. Maybe 20 minutes later, BOOM BOOM BOOM, it sounded like someone trying to pound my door in, and when I opened it, there she stood again, braids standing out from her head like Pippi Longstocking, big brown eyes, and: “Do you want to come out and play cars?”
I laughed because it’s quite a while since someone came to the door and asked if I wanted to come out and play. I told her I was just finishing up with something (I had my tool box and pictures spread out all over the living room, finally hanging up some more pictures) but that I could play in a little while. She smiled and once again took off running. I guess she runs everywhere she goes.
Sure enough, I eventually heard her pounding my door down again, but instead of cars, she asked if I could drive her grandma to the grocery store. Considering I didn’t even know the little girl’s name, I was leary, but I told her I’d come over and meet her grandma first and see what she needed. The little girl ran back to her house, and I followed and met her grandma, who laughed when she saw me and said, “Well, she told me she had a new friend who likes to play cars.”
Interesting evening. I have a feeling I will barely be inside the house after work today before I hear a little fist pounding on my door!