Last night, we had a bit of vandalism at our house. A few hours after I put the kids to bed, I heard someone out front in our entryway area, past the front gate. When the motion detecting lights in the driveway went on, 2 people ran away. As I went for the phone to call the police, my neighbor came over ringing the bell to give me the information that I needed to give the police. How on Earth did I get so lucky as to move into another neighborhood with such great neighbors? As it turns out, the vandals jumped onto my mailbox, breaking the post in half. When Joshua was checking it out this morning, he told me that we had termites. He said, "I think those bugs that eat wood have eaten our mailbox post." I thought that was a pretty clever deduction for a 6 year old. I didn't tell him that some punk kids messed with our stuff, because I thought that was too heavy of a burden for him to bear - I don't want him to be afraid in our home.