My Neighbor Called the Cops on My Kids Because ‘Children Shouldn’t Be Screaming Outside’ – So I Went to War with Her

Just kids.

Twenty minutes later, a police car turned onto our street.

I took a deep breath, grabbed my phone, and walked to the playground.

The same officer as last time stepped out.

He already looked tired.

“Ma’am,” he said. “We got another call.”

“From Deborah?” I asked.

He didn’t say yes, but he glanced at her house.

She was already out in her driveway, arms crossed, ready to bask in “justice.”

“Before we do this again,” I said, “I want to show you something.”

He frowned. “All right.”

I pulled up the screen recording and handed him my phone.

First clip: Deborah on her porch, phone to her ear, eyes on the kids.

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