Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork
KJP Refuses to Answer And Cuts Off Peter Doocy – Watch It Here
Fox News Channel’s White House Correspondent, Peter Doocy, managed to do what he does best and absoIutely set off White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre during the Thursday White House Press Briefing, questioning Biden’s border policy and causing her to boil over and shout him down.
Doocy went for the jugular from the very beginning, His first question, when she called on him, was, Thanks, Karine. So, what do you call it here at the White House when 10,000 people illegaIIy cross the border in a single day?
Predictably, that led to a messy back-and-forth KJP began by refusing to even pretend to answer the question, saying, So, what do you call it, Peter, when GOP puts forth a — wait, no Doocy, who could tell she wasn’t going to give an answer, said, Asking are you.
His interjection led to her popping off, snapping, No, no, no, no, no, no, you can’t
That then led to more of a verbal sparring match, with Doocy trying to get KJP to answer the question and KJP shouting him down, which cuIminated in her refusing to answer whatsoever and moving on, snapping, I tried to answer the question, and you stopped me.
Watch it here:
Doocy wasn’t done, however. He came back the next day with the same question prepared and again demanded an answer. When called on, he said, I — same question. KJP started laughing and Doocy insisted, Same question as yesterday.
Then, when KJP asked him to repeat the question that had caused the freakout the day before, Doocy again asked, What do you call it when 10,000 people illegaIIy cross the border in a single day?
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