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On our way home, after I picked up Jess from work, we saw a boy (probably around 11) inexplicably step right out onto Stockton Hill Road during rush hour and nearly get hit by a car. He didn't even try and stop when he noticed the car coming, like he thought it was a flippin crosswalk. Then the car swerved, JUST in time, and he threw up his hands angrily at the driver, sort of like this: (it's the closest picture I could find)

as though the driver was the one in the wrong. Jess looked at him, mouth agape, as we drove by, and the kid gave Jess the same angry gesture. So then I turned the car around, and found him and his slightly more intelligent friend on a small side street. I pulled up next to him, all ready to be mad, and said "hey tough guy." He looked at me with a blank expression, so finally I repeated myself. He goes "what?" all confused, and not at all like a tough guy anymore. So then I couldn't be mad anymore, but I asked "Did you want to die, or what?" He just stared at me some more, and then goes "I've been hit by a car before", but in a weird sweet voice, almost like he didn't want me to worry or something. I said "Yeah, I would guess you have. Don't do that again, okay? I don't want to see you dead." Ha, I could've worded it better I guess. But then he just looked at me with the same blank look in his eyes, nodded, and started playing with his skateboard. So we drove away.

So the whole thing was a failure. Now I'm off to have some Thai food with Jess and the babies, and watch Kung Fu Panda. Good night.

Oh, and Aunt Gail, I'm not even sure if you read my blog, but if you do, I hope your birthday has been WONDERFUL! I love you, and can't wait to see you at Thanksgiving! (Sorry, I can't find a dang picture of you to post like I usually do on people's birthdays!)