Go Home Creepy Boy

>> Tuesday, June 22, 2010

We have a lost puppy on our block, he’s cute and always wanting our attention. Peering in on me threw my screen door…looking for a scrap of food or a pat on the head.

His name is Brannon and he lives across the street from me…If only he didn’t talk…I’d take him in and give him a forever home…or Not.


As a matter a fact he’s at our front door now, asking for my kids to come out and play. My kids are bathed and ready for bed…

"It’s late honey, he can play tomorrow," I’m telling him…but he stands there and gives me his puppy dog eyes …"but why can’t he play?...please? It’s not to late for me…please.”

“Go Home Brannon!” I find myself yelling louder then I need to.

He stands there…pleading...creeping me out a little.

You know the kid…always running around unsupervised, banging on fences getting the neighbor’s dogs all up in a thither. Wearing the same shirt he had on yesterday, tossing rocks in your yard and running off with your walky-talky.

I can’t help but feel sorry for him; on the other hand he makes me crazy!! I don’t do well with other people’s kids…hell I can barley handle my own.

This little bugger is always freaking me out. I’ll be kicking back on the couch just me, my diet Dr Pepper, and a bag of blue chips, when I get the creepy feeling I’m not alone. And here’s 7 year old Brannon Bates….just standing in the window.

I can’t get away from the kid…go out to check the mail…there he is… “Whatcha doing?”

Go out to the car….there he is… “Where’ya goin?”

Get out of the car…there he is…"where’ve ya been?”


Strange happenings today started just after lunch. The boys were riding bikes and had left garage door open, I found a big Lego mess all over the garage floor…of course I scream at the boys to go pick it up.

“I didn’t do it, He did it” Thing 1 said, pointing at his younger brother.

 "NO I DIDN"T! I didn’t do it,” Thing 2 said.

“Oh so all them Lego’s jumped out of the tub all on there own, I don't care who did it …pick them up NOW!!!” I ask sweetly.

Later I find some board games laying about the garage, and best I can recall the kids have been playing in-side.

“I don’t know! I didn’t do it.” Thing 1 says.

“The baby did it!” Thing 2 says.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I say sweetly.

When I start to get that creepy feeling again… peering around …I see him…there sitting behind us… quietly watching….Yup you guessed it!


"GO HOME BRANNON!"

5 comments:

Cheryl D. June 22, 2010 at 10:44 PM  

Oh, too funny! I do know some kids like that. Ahem.

GB Girl June 23, 2010 at 7:15 AM  

I have quite a few kids like that in my neighborhood. It's even worse since we don't have kids. They just lurk for no reason!
Love the Psycho pics, btw.

Marlene June 23, 2010 at 8:13 AM  

LOL!!!! I don't know whether to feel sorry for the kid, or you!!!!

stash mama June 23, 2010 at 12:05 PM  

Thanks for the follow! I am totally following you back now!
Stash Mama

Mimi June 24, 2010 at 4:23 PM  

We had a kid like that before the Sheriff's office came & evicted them from their house! Then I felt bad for him.

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