There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

So, I got home from work yesterday and walked up the driveway to get our mail and bring our recycling bins to their usual resting place. I hear this rustling in the window of the first floor apartment and a pair of little eyes peering out at me. It was our downstairs neighbor's granddaughter, about 6 years old. Cute as a button and sweeter than anything. I hear her say "No, it's not him, it's the old lady." Ouch. That stung.