because you don't have mine.
So yesterday, in the spirit of Christmas, the girls and I took some homemade treats over to Keith. When he saw us coming, he ran inside and shut the door.
The girls insisted on knocking, anyway.
Keith (obviously) did not answer the door.
I suggested we play, "secret Santa", and Keith could find the treats later, as a surprise.
Reese looked in the window next to the door. "Why isn't he coming to the door? I can see him, right there."
"Uhhhh....maybe he (hates us) is busy? Maybe he didn't hear us? Come on, he'll find the goodies later. Let's go."
"He's looking right at me...."
We left the treats on the doorstep, and left.
Aaron found them on our driveway, this morning.
Goodbye Butterflies
12 years ago
3 comments:
Meg, I am so sorry. That is so hurtful. Maybe he is allergic to love and anything made with it will make him puff up and smell like a triple-decker toadstool sandwich for a week?
There must have been something in the air with the meanies this week. I'm sorry you had to deal with this.
We had a good laugh about it. Willardson treats to the Keiths will have to become an annual tradition. One of these years, they will crack and keep them.
Who does that?! Someone trying to be nice & give you treats & you ignore them and send them back? What's wrong with them?! I hope your kids weren't too sad about it. You're good to keep trying--I would have given up after the first or second rejection. :)
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