Our 4-year-old neighbor broke his leg a few weeks ago and now spends a good deal of his time sitting in his wheelchair, broken leg propped up, looking out the window. Yesterday evening, the girls were outside playing and our front door was open. I walked from the living room to the kitchen, passing momentarily in front of the open doorway. Almost immediately, I heard a "Briiiiiiiiidgeeeeeeeeeet!"
It was our 4-year-old neighbor. He'd been watching. And he wanted to say hello to me.
The whole situation was so eerily reminiscent of
Rear Window/Bart of Darkness that I had to laugh.
He gets his cast off in a couple more weeks. I'll have to make sure I don't do anything to arouse his suspicion before then.
