The "Boogie Man" come to visit

I would love to be able to write that our first day of summer vacation was filled with some marvelous activity or us leaving for some exotic vacation, but that would be a lie. My girl and I spent the first day of vacation doing yard work. I know how sad that we worked 180 days for this. However, there was a interesting little story in our day.

Our morning started off with a trip to our favorite plant nursery and the Dollar General. Don’t you just love the old DG? Actually, I hate to go in that place. The isles are always so jammed packed that you can’t get in and out of them and the checkout line is always backed up to the stock room. But, you can find some of the neatest trinkets. Several months back I bought them out on those flowered serving trays.

After getting home we unloaded the car and came in side to change into our working clothes. Being the good Mama I am I changed Braley first and then went to get on my own clothes. As I turned to go down the hall way Braley informed me that she was going to go back outside to check on her kittens. Knowing she had no business out there alone I told her to wait a minute and we would go out together. About the time I am go to put my clothes on I hear the door open and then slam. Here I go off down the hallway half dressed to have a meeting of the minds with my child. (Somewhere the other day someone made a comment about “What to do with a child more stubborn than you”.. boy do I understand that statement) When what do I hear, her running towards me going “Mama there is a man in our yard and it’s not my Daddy”. Braley isn’t one to make up stories so I avoided the laughs and took her seriously. I quickly pulled my pants asking Braley if this man was on foot or in a car. She told me he was driving. Off we headed to the door to take a look out the peep hole. Cautiously I approached the door and stuck my face up to it (I am a spook so every horror movie is running through my head) expecting to see the grim reaper. I was highly relieved when I opened my eye to find nothing staring back at me, that’s what I get for believing a 3 year old. I look down and informed Braley that it was safe to go outside that no man was in our yard. She insisted that the man was in our yard and that we couldn’t go outside because it may be the bad man coming to get us (thankfully my lectures are sinking in). Again I assured her that it was okay and opened the door asking her to show me where she saw the man. This time she cautiously stepped out the door and said right there pointing to the edge of our carport. As I stare at the shrubs she hollers, I told you there was a man there he is! I begin to panic and my heart races as I turn to see the Central Florida Electric truck going down the lane to the neighbor’s house. Yes, my child was right. Matter of fact she was dead on. The spot she told me she saw the “mystery man” was only about a foot from our meter box. Thank you Central Florida for finally scaring my child into not opening the door, for any reason (we’ve already had to have a talk about not answering when someone knocks or rings the bell… whole other story there). If the meter reader can be located I am willing to pay a tip because today he did two jobs in one.