It's Friday. I have a house full of boys. The children are out of school for a Professional Day and Little Guy has two friends over for the night. Guess what they're doing? Well, they're not braiding each other's hair.
If you said Raiding the pantry, well that's just cheating. OF COURSE three eleven year old boys are eating everything in sight. Now, if you said, Running around the house with guns and walkie talkies shooting each other, then you'd be right.
Yes. Those are ice cream sandwiches.
So Friday's suddenly full. We're off to the pool at the apartment complex behind us. The boy on the left lives there, but I'll still need to tag along and make sure no one dies. And smock. I mean, I'll be smocking, they'll be not dying. Got it?
So I'll talk to y'all tomorrow. If I live that long.
Until I write again ...