I will just never get used to the pantsless screaming coming from across my street.
At this very moment my neighbor's two boys are chasing each other, pantsless with a broom, while one wears an earflap hat (this is July here) and the other screams at the TOP of his lungs.
Mom prunes the tree and enthusiastically ignores the whole thing before suddenly commandeering the broom to sweep the sidewalk.
This scenario then repeats itself with the exception of the Item of Great Desire, which becomes the earflap hat. They both want to wear a wool hat with earflaps while its nearly 90 degrees outside.
I'm contemplating tossing a dead squirrel across the street to see if they'll fight over that for a while. At least it would entertain the dog.
This goes on all the live long day. And night for that matter.
Continual screaming and no pants wearing while Mom and Dad saunter across the street to lecture us about the care of our street tree and ask us why we haven't had kids yet and OH MY GOSH when are you going to have kids.
I have to assume that they are masters of ironic humor and can't possibly be serious. I mean, they have to raise their voices over the incessant squealing of their own two angelic offspring just to pose the question.
The only other option is that they are looking for someone to create an Item of Great Desire for their boys to fight over away from their own house. And perhaps two other people who can watch them do it (read: sweep the street and ignore them completely) while they sit out back drinking iced tea, cackling at their collective evil genius.
"We suckered another one, Pa."
"That's right, dear. We are the masters of off-loading our banshee spawn."
I'm wise to their game, damn it, and will not be swayed.