As I turned the corner towards my house, there were four children in the middle of the road. One of them stood further away, while the other three took turns throwing rocks at him. They didn't notice my car until it was almost upon them, at which point, all four moved to the side of the road and waited for me to pass. I thought about adivising the fourth kid that this would be a good time to run for it, but he didn't seem too interested in escape. When my car was far enough away, all four of them resumed their positions in the street, and their odd little ritual began anew.
Not sure what to draw from this. So, umm... Happy Mothers Day.