I guess you always need a weapon in case the bad guys ambush you while cooking. |
Later that afternoon Grant was talking with someone from our front door. I assumed it was one of the kids on our block. After a minute I asked who he was talking to.
It was a "stranger" going through our neighbors big junk trash pile. This "stranger" had asked if Grant would watch some boxes he set aside so he could pick them up later. Of course, Grant politely agreed.
What?
We had a little discussion about stranger danger and appropriate behaviour. He wasn't getting the message, so I helped him understand.
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