One early spring evening we had some friends over for dinner and afterwards we sat around the fire pit, enjoying the nice weather. The kids were running around in the yard and playing soccer in the street. Dair finally decided it was time for bed and headed indoors. A few minutes later, she appeared at the front door and spied the kids in the street. We live on a cul-de-sac in the back of the neighborhood, so we get very little traffic, plus the kids are all over the age of 11, so they know what to do if a car comes along.
Well, Dair didn't like it one bit. She yelled at them, "Hey stupid, get out of the street!" Then they heard her exclaim, "oh you made me wet my pants." I guess that's the price you pay for calling people names.
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