Neighbor's Keeper

I heard voices coming from the baby monitor. At first I paid no attention, as it regularly picks up the local classical music station. I continued to chop vegetables for dinner until I realized that the voices sounded like a conversation. My ears perked up. It was the neighbors! They have a baby around the same age as ours, so I surmised that their baby monitor must have been on as well. I scooped up my son and practically ran next door to tell them they were being overheard. My neighbor opened the door, and I explained to her as delicately as I could that I had heard them talking. "Oh, no problem," she said. "We hear you guys all the time." Freakin' lovely.