When I was a kid we had neighborhood friend my age named Larry. Larry lived about 5 blocks away… and he LOVED being at our house because my mother was a child-enabler with treats, and things to do, and there were always kids around to do things with. (It was an awesome childhood). But Larry didn’t have a set time to be home like all the other kids. So when the other kids had to go home to supper, you’d THINK Larry would get a clue… but he didn’t. We finally took to saying “Larry, I think I hear your mother calling! Better go home!” It took him once or twice before he figured out we were kidding… but he was bright enough to recognize that he’d better not complain or we might not invite him back.
When I was a kid we had neighborhood friend my age named Larry. Larry lived about 5 blocks away… and he LOVED being at our house because my mother was a child-enabler with treats, and things to do, and there were always kids around to do things with. (It was an awesome childhood). But Larry didn’t have a set time to be home like all the other kids. So when the other kids had to go home to supper, you’d THINK Larry would get a clue… but he didn’t. We finally took to saying “Larry, I think I hear your mother calling! Better go home!” It took him once or twice before he figured out we were kidding… but he was bright enough to recognize that he’d better not complain or we might not invite him back.
“Rat, I think I hear your mother calling!”