That there are four pieces of old siding parked against the seat of our van is hardly signigicant. Yawn-worthy, really.
Only they’re not our siding pieces. And, well, they shouldn’t be there.
It’s just that my son detoured from the unwritten but understood Munson Law. The one that means, “don’t touch a thing on the way to the car,” even if I’ve only said, “get in the car, please.” And so as I chatted with a friend just outside her front door, my daughter crawled into the back of the van and simply waited. And my son…
My son started dragging all the old boards he could find near the walkway of their home to our van.
He was in the middle of shoving a piece of siding back to his sister when we saw him. Only how you apologize for something like that while stifling the biggest guffaw, I’m still not sure.
And so we, uh, left.
Without the siding.
It seemed the right thing to do.