Twice now I've walked by a house on Negley Ave. and I have overheard a mom talking to her very young son, who sounds like he could be three years old. They play in the backyard, which must be tiny, but I can't see anything through the shrubbery. I do see a lot of broken bricks and mortar strewn along the ground, like a wall of a house was recently knocked down.
In any case, the first time I walked by I heard:
"You want to play with the bricks? Those bricks are heavy...Oh, don't put the bricks in the pool!"
But the next time I heard an even-better:
"Did you just pour bleach on these plants? No!!"