I left the kids playing in the front yard while I came in to get something this afternoon. When I went back out I engaged in the following conversation with my youngest:
Youngest: Scooby was in the middle of the street when a car turned onto the street, so I ran out to rescue him.
Me: Um. Next time you need to let Scooby fend for himself and get yourself out of the street.
Youngest: But Mom, he's family! And the car had just turned onto the street.
Why, you may ask, do I display such callous disregard for Scooby? He's a freakin' tennis ball!
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