I met the neighbor across the street when my then-almost five year old son locked us out of the house. I had gone to get the paper off the porch and he followed me, closing the door which locked behind him. Unfortunately, he locked his baby brother in the house. Fortunately, baby brother was sleeping in his crib at the time.
I asked Mr. & Mrs. New Neighbor if I could used their phone. I called my hubby at his brand new job and asked him to please come home and bring me the key. Needless to say I was
Mr. Neighbor graciously helped me break into my own home. He seemed
I met another neighbor when she graciously invited us over to her home. As we walked through the door my adorable nearly five year old told her "You need to clean your house!" Fortunately she laughed about it, and told me she had actually cleaned it before inviting us over. It just wasn't up to my son's standards, apparently.
I met my other neighbor when the same son went next door, rang the doorbell and said "Can you help me find my mommy? I can't find her."
I had told him I was going to start the laundry. He forgot where I was so he called in the calvary instead of looking for me. I came right back out and found the front door was open and I ran outside, only to see him leading our neighbor to our house.
I wasn't even gone all that long, but it just didn't occur to him to look for me, I guess. Not to mention he forgot what I said.
So, moral of the story is, if you want to meet your neighbors let me know, I am sure my son will be happy to help you!