or, "How you know you are living in on the Westcoast"

I'm at home today writing a stakeholders report for my place of work. Franklin is at daycare and Dickson is playing squash for the afternoon.

- because we are bad parents, that's why.

Spring is quickly turning to summer and I don't know much about the school system but from the sound of the park behind me, the kids around here aren't attending. Is there some kind of Pro-D day going on?

About two minutes ago, there were three children discussing how fast they can ride their bikes through the pathway. One particularly socially inept child started taunting the other two by telling them that their Moms don't make enough money to buy them real bikes and so she could beat them in a race "anytime, any day, anywhere". Of course, I would have tried to point out that she was about two years older than these other kids, but whatever. I'm just the eavesdropper with 5 assloads of childhood baggage.

Instead, one of the little boys perked up and said, loud and clear.

"Anna, you are going to have some real bad karma."

Right.
There are six years olds who berate their bullies with Buddhist philosophy behind my house.

Only on the Westcoast.