Graffiti

This morning we were given the opportunity to clean graffiti off of our block fence. Last night there was a new group of teenage girls hanging around in the greenbelt next to our house. I'm pretty sure they did it. They came back by this morning, giggling until they saw Brent cleaning off their handiwork. Then they were suddenly silent. Brent hadn't thought girls would be spray painting walls, but I pointed out that boys wouldn't put a heart on the bottom of an exclamation point. We'll be glad to move to a nice quiet neighborhood in a small town in just a couple of weeks.