It's even more complicated than that -- we rent the property, so it would have actually fallen on our landlord (who is actually quite nice, all things considered).
I swear, the next time this happens? I'm walking them home and having a word with their uncle. I mean, I GET it. We live in Florida, where canal-front property is plentiful, and it's totally a kid-magnet, what with the turtles and frogs and minnows and manatees (and occasional aligator, yes), but for crying out loud, why is it suddenly OKAY for kids to play and scream and carry on (THEY WERE STANDING ON THE FRONT OF THE BOAT. I MEAN. WHAT?) in the yard of a complete stranger? I COULD HAVE BEEN A PEDOPHILE. OR A CANNIBAL. OR SOMETHING.
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I swear, the next time this happens? I'm walking them home and having a word with their uncle. I mean, I GET it. We live in Florida, where canal-front property is plentiful, and it's totally a kid-magnet, what with the turtles and frogs and minnows and manatees (and occasional aligator, yes), but for crying out loud, why is it suddenly OKAY for kids to play and scream and carry on (THEY WERE STANDING ON THE FRONT OF THE BOAT. I MEAN. WHAT?) in the yard of a complete stranger? I COULD HAVE BEEN A PEDOPHILE. OR A CANNIBAL. OR SOMETHING.