A story an hour

With this particular 7 year old girl living at my house, I really do have a story an hour.

We have these neighbors that have been working and working in their backyard for a couple of years now. One of the new additions they have made is a goldfish pond. They should have considered a fence. Poor people.

A few days ago I sent my kiddo out to play in the backyard. I meant OUR backyard and she believes that the world is her backyard. We're working on it. Anyway, she happily played on the swing, in the sand, under the tree, in the dirt, on the slide...you get the point. I know all of this because I check on her - a lot. So you can imagine my surprise when I went to check on her and she had vanished. I called her name - no answer. I called again - no answer. I bellowed her name so as to reinforce my psycho parenting skills for all of the neighborhood to hear. She came running...from the neighbor's backyard...carrying her full-sized with a lure and a hook fishing pole. Oh, crap! When I asked her what she was doing...her reply, "I was trying to catch a fish from the neighbor's pond."