When I left home to do a big grocery shopping, my 10yo daughter had a friend here and they were making slime.
Slime-making, I’ll have you know, is BIG ’round here with the tweens. Especially the tween girls.
I leave them with the husband and the dog and have no idea where the teenager disappeared to. I figured he’s plugged into fortnite, where else, but I didn’t check.
He was quite anxious to get home after our 45-minute bike-ride earlier…
Two hours later, I come home and the girl pal is still here making slime. (How much freaking slime do they need?)
As the husband holds the dog back, who can barely contain himself that I’m finally back where I belong, he announces this:
“There’s 3 extra kids in the basement.”
So it appears to me that parents around the ‘hood are unplugging their teenage boys and sending them out of their house.
“Go do something outside”, they say.
They come to my house instead.
So I’m unloading the car, bringing the 17 gazillion bags into the house, thinking, with this many teenage boys here, why am I doing all this heavy lifting?
Also, where am I going to put my groceries? Because my kitchen island is a slime making station at the moment, and looks like this:
An evil plan was forming in my head. I could ask the basement boys to help me bring the food in, and bribe them with watermelon, maybe?
Before I can activate my evil plan I hear the side screen door slam shut and see a bunch of fast-moving, two-wheeled things fly by my peripheral vision.
Poof, they’re gone. It’s like they can anticipate work before it even happens…
At least they’re unplugged and outside. 🙂