Last night, right after we ate dinner, J heard banging on the back door of our house. He went to see who was knocking, and it was the little boy that lives next door. The kid lost his little blue football, and wanted help finding it. J pulled out his flipflops and went outside. Turns out the football was behind the storage shed in the backyard.
The kid heads out of our yard by heading to the 4 ft tall privacy fence (this kid can’t be more than 3 ft tall), is about to vault over it. J announces that it’d be just fine if the kid went around the house; he doesn’t have to climb the fence. The kid replies, “No, that’s okay. I’m Spiderman.” and hauls himself up and over the fence.