Tonight after dinner I was sitting on the couch with Sophia when the front door suddenly opened and a little girl wearing a pink nightgown and furry slippers walked into the living room. She was about eight or so and had the look of a person with Downs Syndrome. We greeted her and I stood up and took her hand to lead her outside. Dom said he thought he knew where she lived.
Fortunately we didn’t have to search. As I opened the front door we saw her dad and called to him. He’d thought she’d gone up the driveway and was behind the car, didn’t realize she’d come into the house. He apologized profusely and said it was the second time she’d wandered into someone’s house today.
So we chatted with him for a bit and let him know it really wasn’t a problem we weren’t at all upset. I could imagine how embarrassed and awkward he felt. We found out her name and where she lives so if we find her wandering again we can help her get back home. A plane flew over as we talked and he pointed it out to her delight, reminding me of Sophie’s joy at seeing a plane earlier today when she was in the swing. She gave us each a high five as we said goodbye. A sweet girl who’d never got upset about anything, just happily wandering about, exploring.
I guess that’s one way to meet your neighbors. I still have to work up my courage to knock next door and talk to them about the poison ivy growing in their yard that is coming through the fence into our yard. Not exactly the way I’d choose to have our first meeting. I keep hoping we’ll just see them outside. But I think I’m going to have to go knock.