I'd like our neighbors to be able to accept us, so that in a year or two, Lola's little friends can come over to our house to play with her.
On the other hand . . . if my daughter gets her biggest kicks out of making Josh and me sing a song called "chicken hop" that involves squawking like chickens for half an hour, loudly enough to be heard from the street . . .
I'm not sure that mowing the lawn will rehabilitate our reputation!--K
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