When the girls still lived at home (sniff) and I would have my pre-school inservice days, I would come home at the end of the day and find, perhaps, dishes in the sink. I might also find that they had used my make-up, or played board games or maybe there would be bikes and roller blades strewn about the yard.
Now I have a 12-year old boy at home. All alone.
I came home from inservice last week to find that Golden Boy and his Do-Good Gang had (based on the obvious evidence) staged an exemplary water balloon battle.
In the house. IN THE HOUSE!!
Yeah, you heard me.
They are still searching for the bodies.
