Not that Interesting

Shortly after I got home from Bible study last night, as I was checking on the boys, I noticed a police car outside, which was quickly joined by a police SUV. Being the curious sort, I cracked the boys window open to see if I could figure out what was going on. Turkey was the only one still awake, and he was appalled that I was eavesdropping, (He also said that we better make sure we didn’t say any bad words, since the police were out there. I guess he thinks they police language, but I’m more interested in the fact that he thought bad words might come out, and in particular, right at that moment. But I digress).

Anyway, I finished my spying, and closed the window, reminding Turkey that I really did know that I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping. He responded by saying, “I know. I shouldn’t eavesdrop either.”

I thought he meant at this particular moment (which would have been good advice, as our neighbor used enough bad words to last the whole subdivision a while), and so I agreed with him. Then he said, “Sometimes I listen with my ear to the vent, to hear what you guys are talking about.”

I was a little taken aback, and a little amused. So, I asked him what he’s heard, kind of afraid to know the answer.

His response?

“Nothing really. You guys don’t really say anything that interesting.”

Hmmm…I had no idea. I do have to wonder what *would* constitute interesting to his seven-year-old brain, though!

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