He's Killing Me Softly

For about the past 3 hours two of the neighborhood boys have been over playing with our boys. One left about 45-minutes ago when his mom politely followed proper etiquette and came to get him before he had worn out his welcome, but the other boy has decided he is going to move in and join the Hart clan (and his parents don't seem to mind).

Jacob and Kale have long been done with playing, and you can tell they are ready for their friend to take a hike. Thankfully, they are being sensitive to others feelings today and are being polite (this is a true rarity).

But how do you get a kid to head for the hills without coming out and saying, "Dude, I'm so done with you."? Plus, he's a big talker, which is cool for a while, but the constant questions are killing me!!!

Pass the Prozac, please.