Other People's Kids...

This evening, as I was finishing up feeding Bagel, my doorbell rang repeatedly. Dingdingdingdingding!!! By the time they finished ringing it, I had put down the baby and gotten up to the door, just in time to see the kid run away. The perpetrators turned out to be two preteens. I stopped them and asked them what this was all about, and they told me they were selling subscriptions to the newspaper. I got their names, told them what they had done was extremely rude, and that if they were one of my kids they'd have been smacked for behavior like that. I asked them if they thought that ringing my doorbell and running away would make me want to buy their newspaper. Then I told them there was a three-day-old baby trying to sleep in that house, and that it hurts me to get up and answer the door in my condition. (OK, I was exaggerating a bit for effect, but a new mother might be in that much pain, and I wanted to make sure they knew how much it could have been.) And I made sure they knew that tomorrow morning there would be a formal complaint about them on the desk of somebody over at the newspaper's circulation office.

I'm both proud and scared that my four-year-old son has more sense than these twirps. Sonshine only rings once, then waits patiently.

UPDATE: The next morning we found one of the newspapers the boys had been selling, with the word "SORRY!" printed on it. Maybe they're not such bad seeds after all.