Look, I would post something, only I have the day off and a little boy is visiting my little girl. They were out trying to tip over the swingset, but now they’re in her room. The door is open, and they’re making a lot of noise with her recorder and drum… wait, now they’re downstairs harassing her grandmother. This is not the little boy my wife caught naked with her a while back, it’s the one she caught (fully-clothed) under her bed with her a couple days ago. He is one of the naughtier boys in her class, but he’s scared of me (his mother, who is quite hot, dropped him off and stopped to chat with me for several minutes, which he spent two paces from me, leaning against the house, quaking and trying to render himself invisible) and Gamma appears to have him entirely under control. So I don’t suppose I’ll need to give him a tour of my collection of knives and swords for a while yet.
…for the time being, you mean.
I just stayed awake as long as I could, cj, seeing monsters.
Eh, turns out they broke a bunch of junk in the yard and Gamma picked a bucket of blueberry blossoms, which means they won’t be ripening into actual berries this year. Could be worse, I suppose. When his mom picked him up, she was like, “Really? They played nice?” She didn’t seem to believe me, but I hated to tell on the kid his first time under my “supervision” and all, especially since Gamma was at least half responsible. Maybe they wreak havoc when they play at his house too.