|They looked pretty spectacular as a centre piece. (If you forget how fabulous this wedding was CLICK HERE)|
While they looked great as centre pieces, thank God no one at the wedding discovered that they had flashing LED lights and made horrendously annoying sounds.
I put them in the outside toybox. Jade wasn't too excited about Xander having weapons as toys so I figured it was only a matter of time before they made their way into the trash bin.
As I was walking home from a little visit down the street with X and his parents tonight, I caught sight of three relatively-new-to-the-neighbourhood kids running out of my driveway and across the road to the park with the said LED lights and annoying noises waving wildly as they swung at each other in mock battle.
"Little buggers!" I thought while similtaneously thinking, "Yes! I hope their parents enjoy them."
I picked up the scattered toys on the back deck and mentally took casual inventory, noting that nothing else seemed to be missing. I swept off the deck and left the door open as I was returning the broom to the kitchen.
I could hear the children returning.
Rather than greet them at the top of the stairs to the deck, as a good neighbour would, I decided to stand behind a doorway in the back hall to eavesdrop.
Apparently they were returning the swords. Damn.
"Don't go in the house." I hear one of three warn the others.
"But the door is open."
"No one is here.... Helloooo?" They stepped foot inside.
I could contain myself no longer. I stepped into the back hallway, "Hi!" I said slightly loud and forceful, secretly hoping to scare the bejezus out of them.
"Hello," they replied as if I had been expecting them to arrive. They handed me the swords. "These are yours."
I resisted saying, "No shit!"
Instead, I calmly instructed them that they shouldn't be going in people's yards when they aren't home. Borrowing toys without permission is the same as stealing. I really wanted to go into a rant about the police coming to arrest them but they cut me off with, "Can we go down the green slide?" while pointing to the very cool slide that goes from the deck to the back yard.
"Sure." I answered.
"How many times?"
"You can use it a few times. But you shouldn't be using it if no one is home." My nagging trailed off while they ran off to play in the neighbour's (who weren't home) yard.
I noticed they left a trigger style garden hose nozzle laying in my back yard.
Forty five minutes later I could hear them playing in my front yard. "Here. Hold these branches back to make a doorway to the secret cave...."
I knew they were playing under my weeping birch. I can't say I blame them. It's a pretty cool place. I've even been known to crawl under there myself on occasion.
I went to the front door, "Come out from under the tree, please!" (I think I said "please". Perhaps I didn't.)
"I think it's time for you kids to go home and play in your own yard."
"But... we've met you before!" the eldest, approximately six-year-old, exclaims.
"Yes. Yes, I know you have." I said, and finished the sentence in my head, "Just because you've previously trespassed doesn't give you the right to take my toys home and destroy my trees."
But off they toddled to the yard of the neighbour two doors down and climbed their small tree and played there for another half hour till one of them got hurt and they scurried across the road towards home.
To their credit they returned a handful of toys to my next door neighbour before leaving.