The Lemonade Kids Have Moved On
I call them the Lemonade Kids. And I've written about them before . But hopefully I won't have to write about them ever again. I call them the Lemonade Kids because although they live across the street and a few houses down, they set up camp on the corner with their lemonade stand on Memorial Day weekend and didn't close shop until after school started in the fall. There are three of them, two boys and a girl. The oldest boy is 12ish and the two younger ones are 10ish. The two younger ones are pretty nice, they wave when they see us. But the older boy? He's one of those kids that when you look at him, you just see trouble. He's got that attitude and I immediately don't like him. He's a bully and would constantly pick on another boy in the neighborhood which resulted in a broken arm. Police were called and the Dad went to confront the mom of the boy and almost broke down the door--of the wrong house. The kid will also stand in the street on his way home ...