{Strange and Random Neighbor Kids}

I am mildly obsessed with doors; I am always on the lookout for doors with character–doors with soul. I like to decorate with doors, or even with photos of doors. I have photographed doors in Paris, London, Amsterdam, and a smattering of other equally interesting (though less-known) locations.

The front door of the house where I lived in Brussels, Belgium.
The door of the bedroom where I stayed in Normandy, France.

Probably my interest in doors dates back to when we were remodeling our house, and I would go on long family drives with my parents and sister–we were on the quest for the perfect door to copycat.

Anyway, I like doors a lot, and I am the type of person who always feels compelled to answer the door when someone knocks (unlike my mother-in-law, who ignores it anytime she doesn’t feel like dealing with people). I just thought it was normal to do so–plus, it bothers me when I don’t know who’s trying to get in contact with me. But I’m kind of starting to reconsider my previous notions that just because there’s a knock at the door, I must answer like some sort of glassy-eyed zombie. Maybe I don’t have to answer…maybe it’s better if I don’t, because…

…people have stopped asking me to babysit. Instead, when they fancy some “mommy time,” they’re just sending their kids over to my house unannounced.

Today, two random neighbor girls (whose parents I have never even spoken to, by the way,) stopped by my house just as I was sitting down to a nice turkey sandwich (complete with Jarlsberg cheese, butter lettuce, roma tomatoes, and fresh mustard) and a glass of skim milk.

I was perturbed. I knew one of the girls a little bit, because she’d been in Poor Kyle’s primary class last year. But I’d never met her little friend, and I was quite shocked to see them at my front door.

In fact, when I went to answer the knock at the door, I saw it was these strange little girls and said, “Hi…umm…what do you want? Why are you here?”

They just stood there, looking at me.

I stood there, looking right back at them. Finally I could stand the awkward silence no more (because I so despise awkward silences), and, though my mind was screaming, “Shut the door! Shut the door! Shut the door!,” all I said was, “Did you want to come in?”

They needed no further invitation. Like a flash, they were in my house, shoes discarded at the door, exploring our creepy basement (where I secretly hoped a boogey man really would pop out and scare them, so they wouldn’t think our house was “fun” anymore). Anyway, all kids like Poor Kyle better than me, and since he wasn’t home, the girls lost interest fairly quickly and left me to my sandwich.

But it makes me wonder about their parents. I know I live in Mayberry and all…but haven’t these people ever seen American Beauty? (Okay, probably not, since it’s rated “R” and the population here is predominantly Mormon [and, okay, I haven’t seen it either, but I know what it’s about…]) The whole point is that bad things can happen even in seemingly perfect environments. I could be a child molester. I could be a drug dealer. I could harbor fugitives in my (exceedingly) creepy basement. The adults in question have never even spoken to me, yet they’re trusting their precious children in my care? Trusting me in my carelessness would be more like it. Because I don’t care about these strange and random neighbor kids…not really…

So what are these parents thinking?

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I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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13 Responses to {Strange and Random Neighbor Kids}

  1. Anonymous says:

    haha- that was hillarious! well, maybe one day when you’re old you’ll decide that you would like youngsters to visit you. ok, maybe not.

  2. Anonymous says:

    sorry, i meant to put “neverland” in qoutes, to suggest spooky, michael jackson scariness.

  3. Mistakes for Marion says:

    As serious as this is…I roared with laughter.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Millie,

    Maybe the parents didn’t even realize their kids were there. (Which is probably worse than sending them there…) Or maybe they realize how cool Kyle is and figured his wife would be the same.

  5. A Letter To Kayleen says:

    maybe they’re avid readers of your blog and felt the need to annoy you. that’s what i would do.

  6. Jami says:

    k-I had an expirence like this the other day! So this woman on my street thinking that I dont’ do anything because “I only have one kid, and don’t have job”…so the other day she calls me to watch this little girl that SHE babysits. Yea, “just come over and sit while she sleeps, so I can go and get my eye brows waxed”…Camille, she got paid for my work! I thought of you when she asked me. I am not so good at saying”no” as you are, so I got suckered into it.
    I hate watching other peoples childern, exept for the 2 childeren that I nannied for, I love them. BUT, I just think how rude to ask someone that isn’t your family to babysit for free, or not for trade.

  7. Anonymous says:

    i love this blog. the comments are (almost)as good as the post.touche.

  8. Geneva says:

    I believe the parents had no idea. It totally seems like something my sisters and I would do when we were 8. Oh and I’m totally with you when it come to doors. Every time my dad would take me to home depot, I spend my time picking out my favorite door. It’s the first thing I notice about houses.

  9. Anonymous says:

    Be honest, Camille, you never did anything like that as a child? :)
    Just don’t answer next time.

  10. Anonymous says:

    i agree with geneva. when i was little, my friends and i would always vosot the nieghbors. we would even ask for popsicles, or beg to swim in their pool. i thought they liked us. i guess they probably didn’t…

  11. Kristy says:

    I don’t think the parents knew either, especially being in “Mayfield” most people just let the kids run around free as there’s not much trouble you can get into there. (except my siblings when we came visit when we were younger would open the unlocked doors at all hours of the night and scream as loud as possible and run), and maybe torture there neighbours a little too.

  12. Anonymous says:

    so I read the comment that said “i would always vosot the nieghbors.” And I thought to myself, “Wow, I don’t know the word Vosot, I should look that up.” You know how i like looking up words. Then I realized it was supposed to day visit, the o and i are next to each other. oops.
    Tom

  13. Anonymous says:

    previous comment nonsensical.
    try not to criticise the acts of others.
    slippery slope.

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