
You never really know your neighbors until you have kids. There's the kid up the street who likes to rev his engine in the parking space outside our front door (hasn't he ever heard of a muffler?); the new neighbor with the 10 year old who decides to bellow on her karaoke machine at 10pm; the guy next door who smokes on his back patio, even though he knows the ocean breezes blow the smoke into our windows, and all the teenagers on the block, who seem to find the house across the street the best place to yell, squeal and hang out. It’s a miracle that Eva gets as much sleep as she does!
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