another evening with children in the front yard and a dog who hates them. oh wait... i hate them too. who allows their children to beat on the front porch and the side of the house with sticks. lets them scream and drag their plastic wheeled toys across the sidewalk. all the while there is a back yard large enough to contain all of them and their .. mmm... 10 closest little creepy kid friends. HENRY EAT THEM. Kid - i don't care to hear your imaginary conversation with the wall through the walls of my own place - and my windows are shut. will you shut up. isn't it bedtime? or dinner time? or big bird time?