Hey, Stranger...

My kids got home from school today and spent a few minutes in the yard playing, discussing the passage of time. They were planning ahead for the snow yet to fall and the springtime after that. When, suddenly, Miss M yelled some code word followed by, "This is not a drill!"

One boy went into the playhouse to retrieve two pair of binoculars and a notebook with pencil. Then they scurried about, spying on some car delivering the local newspaper. They were whispering things and scurrying between bushes. And by the time the car left our cul-du-sac, they had a full report. I will share it with you.

Car: gas guzzling with duck tape

Driver: Man, older, not clean, clothes dirty, might smell

Activity: dropping papers in bags by mailboxes, not sure

Location: made a left turn out of court

Spotted by Miss M

Reporting by Miss M, Big C, Little C

On Tuesday

Consider this your only warning. We have some mad spying skills up the hill, and we are not afraid to use them.