There is a boy next door the boys have befriended. I was thrilled to find a family lived close to us, as I think itâ€™s an important rite of childhood to run amok with the local youth of the neighborhood.
Both boys were eager for their first play date. â€œCan we go play with Pacman now?â€ This was only exacerbated by Pacmanâ€™s propensity to roll up to the edge of our driveway on his PowerWheel motorcycle and honk his horn. Continue reading