I am the crossing guard for the elementary school and I see a lot of things happening near the intersection.
This house's very steeply pitched roof was getting done. They were at the stage of shoveling all the old roof off onto the ground. I thought this must be the fun stage on a roof this steep.
These boys reminded me of another time a few months ago with two really little boys. One in kindergarten and one a toddler going across the intersection with their dad. The little boy tripped and fell over right in the middle of the street and started crying. The big brother got really scared and started crying even harder than his brother. The dad, rushing, was in front and didn't see. Probably the big boy freaked out because his brother was now laying down in the middle of the intersection where it was scary and the cars were going to start driving there again once the light changed. And the dad, as he turned back to pick up his toddler, got mad at his big boy because he was crying. He hadn't seen what happened. But I did and I felt so sad for him. He was crying because he cared about his brother, because he loved him.

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