The Creepy Guy

On our road there is a house and in that house lives The Creepy Guy (key dramatic music). 

I'm sure that this man, and elderly gentleman, is quite nice.  Granted he never waves to me, even when I am waving so obnoxiously that I nearly swerve into the tree alongside the road so that he can see me.  His moniker came about one day and my cousin Kelly and I were driving into town.  As we drove by his house, we saw his head pop up in the bay window to see who was driving by.  He has little hair and the quickness he exhibited in popping up from a prone position was amazing.  My cousin said, "That was creepy!"  And that's all it took for my son to begin calling him The Creepy Guy.

Lately The Creepy Guy (yes I think of him in all caps) was sitting outside his garage watching the goins-on.  Not as creepy as the head popping thing, but he still scares me.  Ethan is fascinated by this guy.  He knows where he lives and requires updates on who saw them while in Deltaville.  The last time we were down, Ethan was curious if he had a car.  On a walk with the dogs, we went near the Creepy Guy's house.  Ethan started shrieking, "He Do! He Do have a car.  He have a truck!"

So here's to the "keepy guy" May he bring years of enjoyment for my crazy son.

Not the best pic as I was trying to nonchalantly take his photo without being notice while driving down the road at 25MPH and Ethan yelling, "You get him picture?" loudly with the windows down.