Kits at the Tray

Each year (this video is from a while back) we sigh happily when our local mothers introduce us to their children.

Not sure if I ever shared this (human) anecdote:

I often walk Boo (our dog) past school bus stops and chat with the kids and parents.

One of the kids told me she wasn’t allowed to talk to me.

Concerned, I stopped her mother (we routinely wave at each other when driving past). I asked if I’d somehow offended her or her family, or if her kids felt threatened by me.

She was shocked and confused.

I explained.

She said she’d talk with her daughter, and added all the parents in the neighborhood tell their kids to go to our house if something happens and the parents aren’t around, or if the kids don’t feel safe.

It was my turn to be shocked. Susan and I never did anything to intentionally demonstrate that, and knowing we’re the “safe” house in the neighborhood is an immensely gratifying experience.

Seems raccoons agree.

 

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