When I lived in Louisville, there was a family that used to bring me the Watchtower. On their first visit, the mother shepherded her two kids to the door but tried to let them do the talking. I took their literature, thanked them, and let it go at that. For the next visit or two, the mother came to the door with the kids, but afterwards, she'd wait in the car and let the kids come by themselves. I'd always take the literature and wave to the mom when the kids turned to go back to the car. I remember thinking, "Hey, she's now letting her kids come to my door by themselves. I guess she thinks I'm okay." I skimmed their literature, but I didn't fit their view of the world. However, I was happy that this lady decided that I wasn't such a bad guy.
Bill
Bill, you do realize that they were not Seventh-day Adventists though, right? :)