I just got a call from a New York number. I almost didn’t answer, but since I never get robo calls on my cell I wanted to find out if I’m now on some dreaded list, so I picked up. I had to say hello twice. A sure sign, so I waited for the robo voice. Instead I got this squeaky voice that took me a second to process. This wasn’t a robo voice…what the heck is this? At the last second I figured out… ”I’m a friend of (the twins nextdoor)“ Oh! A little kid! Okaaay? “And they said they didn’t have baking powder but I should ask you.” Apparently, I’m now the kingpin dealer of neighborhood baking supplies!! So after a bit of discussion we determined he really needed powdered sugar. (You need half a cup of baking powder?) of course I have it on hand, because I actually am the kingpin of baking pantry supplies. So, after he assured me he would come to me, even though it’s dark, I opened the door to a smiling kid of about 7. He then told me all about the muffins he was making for a school project tomorrow that said it needed icing. I handed him a ziploc containing a cup of powdered sugar to make sure he had enough. So now I’ve officially had someone come to my door and ask for a cup of sugar, and found out I’m on the shared neighborhood kid hotline of where to go for baking supplies.