Jack

Next door, there's this little 5-year-old kid named Jack. He's a russian orphan, and really cool.

So, I was riding bikes, and he decides to follow me around on his little red bicycle. We rode around for a while, and he would start laughing and we were just having a good time.

After a while, he turns to me and says, "You're my friend." and smiles. I look back and smile, only to hear him say:

"Oh, wait, I said friend. Whoops! I meant neighbor. You're not my friend."

Have a great day.