You are the cutest six year old boy in our neighborhood. Your sister, whose name I never really caught? Equally adorable. Maybe more so with those shoes and that hair.
Jason, there are some things we need to clear up. This is serious.
Okay, yes, I do laugh every time you and your sister manage to weasel your way into our house while Tom is standing at the door trying to block you. We both know he's just trying to put off being direct when he gives you a time to check back, especially since you can't quite tell time just yet. (Between you and me, he does the same thing with the dog. I hope you catch on quicker!)
The way you just pushed in so you could check out our clock and made Tom hold up his hands out to show you what 5:00 looks like? That was five minutes ago and I'm still laughing.
But the way you're ringing our doorbell every 10 minutes or so because you don't know what time it is? Annoying!
And the way you're hanging out in our front yard, climbing on the window ledge and peering in our windows? Creepy. You may want to get that under control before you hit middle school, little dude.