My two year old has a thing for the neighbors.
On both sides of us. And the house behind us.
Okay, really the entire street.
She calls each family member by name.
She asks me what they are having for dinner and if they are home from work yet.
She peeks thru the window and asks “What dey doing, Momma? What dey doing now?”
It’s like living with Mrs. Kravitz (except mine has tantrums and insists on everything being pink).
She’s not messing around. Spying on tip toes is for professionals only.
I think the resemblance is uncanny, really.