I caught the little bastard.

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The one ringing my doorbell. Scared the bejesus out of him too, you should have seen his face. In my deepest darkest Darth Vader voice I asked who his parents where. And he told me as fast as he could. I then told him to go home. *poof* They didn't think I was quite as quick as I was. You would know it was the one black kid in town, or one of the few. They are adopting them up here. And, yeah, I suspected him to. It is my way, and for good reason. I know his parents so I called. No one answered so I left a message and will call back or walk over tomorrow. On the other hand, I suspect the kids were taking turns and they aren't all black. His turn came at the wrong time. In any case, this will soon be ended. No, as I said, I am not all that angry, just annoyed. I am almost sure I did the same thing. Still, now I know why not to do that. It takes time to learn. Not that I wouldn't mind hearing about a spanking. I know if I had been caught I would very much have had my butt red for a bit.

I love it when a plan comes together. *chuckles*