Phew, thanks for that. I heard you loud and clear. Cannot be misunderstood on that one fact.
So tonight I am sitting next to MySexyHusband at Max's football game. And we love these, so we are loving life right then. And of course I am loving him, and he FOR SURE always is lovin' me... there is a lot of love going on in my life right now apparently.
Anyway, the children at home didn't not follow my instructions of homework and a movie, and instead turned all the lights off in the house to play hide and seek in the dark. Which led (obviously) to them thinking there was somebody upstairs in the house that shouldn't have been there.
So I'm watching a nail-biter of a game and I keep getting calls on my cell which I am ignoring (don't judge, the 6 year old has memorized my cell number and calls me relentlessly... even when we are in the same house, car, room) until finally I relent and find them on the other end of the line all scared. Of an intruder. That I know for a fact is not there. Because we live in a freaky/creaky old house.
So I stay on the line, try to tell them what they should have done in the first place (turn all the lights back on and go watch a movie) and then stay on the line sufficiently long enough for them to walk through the house (I think, it was loud at the game) at which time I accidentally hang-up.
Shhh, don't tell them that. So when I get home and find (not an intruder) but all of Max's bb guns out and about the house, as well as Cannon's rendition of how he walked through the house armed with a large kitchen knife I realize I have raised really smart/defensive children who were probably more danger to each other than anybody could have been to them.
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Oh dear...
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