Boys will be boys

With all the drama that goes on in the hood.. the little boys across the street don't want to be left out.
Las Vegas residential landscape is mostly rocks..
So the little devils thought they would clear out some in their backyard.. and with the anonymity of the block fence, they could pop up.... aim.. then fire away.
  


And really I wouldn't care, except Moms truck is parked right in the line of fire...
I am pretty sure they were aiming at that too... The pile of rocks in the bed of the truck was my first clue.

Maybe they were a little smaller.. the kids were 6 or 7.

Mom, Chell and I decided to save the neighborhood from the future delinquents and go tell their Mommy on them.

Except she didn't answer the door...  Daddy did.. or daddy of the week did.. who knows??? It was hard to get past the shirtless wonder, sporting these..

Yes eyebrow tattoos... (it's hard to find a stock photo of them without the dude being in prison orange.)

He started yelling at the kids.. the kids started to cry.. he slammed the door on our faces..

We cleaned the street of it's pebbly mess..

I am guessing those young boys have no chance at all.....