Squeeky voices.
Stinkiness.
Argueing.
Rough Housing.
Sleeping Bags.
Flashlights.
Slumber Party.
Happy Birthday Thomas!
I have more than a 1/2 dozen stinky boys in my tiny eensey weensy house. The noise level is "pert-near" deafening. They are camping out in the yard tonight. Thank goodness for small miracles and good weather. The cats are a nervous wreck and I am well medicated. Thank God for Chris, I couldn't handle this without him here! A gaggle of teen and pre-teen boys need a dad to be around.
They're off to play flashlight tag.
Send Pizza.... and valium.
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I wonder if there are any franchise opportunities available to take care of these kids?
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