The kids played together all day. Like 12 straight hours, except for about one hour when the shorter one was at Sunday school. All it cost me was about three entire spools of ribbon from my wrapping paper stash (to “decorate,” aka “booby trap like a laser security system,” the family room for a party honoring a stuffed animal). And only one child ended up with a potentially disfiguring injury to the face!
The victim refused to be photographed, but the CSI agents known as “mom” and “dad” were quickly able to deduce that this victim (the aforementioned Sunday school student) was, to use the technical term, asking for it. Hugs and ointment were administered and the party continued. Better yet, the revelers actually helped clean up the festivities before bed.
Not a bad Sunday.
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“To use the technical term, ‘asking for it.’” HA! That term is used fairly often around here, too.
You really should consider writing for CSI, either the original or NY. Don’t bother with Miami. It sucks. Your writing is far superior.
Nope, not bad at all. And the cleanup effort sounds downright terrific.
*All Day*? Wow, I can dream!
And I also like the technical term, asking for it.
Can I just click “Like” on this post?
A day almost entirely to yourself with minimal mess and only one minor injury? Dude, that sounds like a PERFECT sunday.