Me: I'm not sure what you want me to say. The kids are allowed to play out, and please stop worrying about what my kid is doing.
Her: This needs to be addressed. I'm not stopping here.

I have no words. He's fucking 9 years old. It has taken everything in me to not react the way I normally would.

Her: So? And? Something needs to be done. He can't be running around here with a backpack. He looks like he will break into my car! I have been watching this kid for months! I just know he's gonna do something!

He gets too close to my car, and I think he's going to break into it.
Me: There aren't many places for the kids here to play. That's all they're doing, and it's their right to do so.
Her: But this kid makes me nervous. He acts like...
Me: Sooo. That's my kid that you're talking about

There are two kids playing outside by the trees. One of them looks regular and has a bike, and the other one has like afro hair. They keep hiding behind the trees and the afro one, I see him all the time. He has a backpack. Why is he carrying a backpack?

My kids and I were on the Seward highway one time and turned the corner around mile 118 and this truck in front of us had a long tube, some chairs, a table and some buckets fly out 😭 We had to swerve to miss him...in the f-ing winter.

😂😂

My kid told me it's cold as fuck up there. I'm not sure I miss it. But I do?

It's been a lifetime of trauma in less than 10 days 😔

No. Are you okay?

Shit we can't make up 😂😂

Said it all in less than 10 words

Chef Lane is my longtime favorite. If you ever go to Seward, you must go to his restaurants.

Buying $25 concert tickets

I'm glad one of us has hope

Fucking sick and twisted. And these assholes laugh at anyone who points out how wrong all this shit is.

They freeze well