Doodles looks out open kitchen window to neighbor Dale’s yard and sees a woman.
Doodles: Look! It’s Dale’s grandma!
The woman looks up and into our house right at us.
Woman: I’m not his grandma! I’m his wife!
Jefe: (gulp) Oh, hi Corinne, sorry he’s not sure what he’s talking about. You know they think of Dale as just another playmate next door.
(note: Dale is probably around 50 years old. They have never played with him and have only see him briefly.)
Corinne: Oh, that’s ok. I’m going to tell Dale, though. He’ll enjoy this.
Ah, spring time in the city. Open windows, lack of privacy and kids say the darndest things. Wha wha wha…