The elder boy decided to go to the local park and have a nerf gun war with his friends. Evidently, they are all self-described geeks, but actually active--all but my son, who would rather get lost in mind craft.
They ran around and shot nerf pellets at each other for over an hour. No complaints there. Then, he got in the car and took off his shoes. Wow! Windows down!
But wait, there's more. We were having the last of the shrimp for supper--the teenage boy's favorite. The shrimp were, um, not good. Mushy, actually. He had put some in a bowl and asked if he should cook them or throw them at his brother.
Always listen to the question...
I told him not to cook them. Always consider how you answer...
The good news is the couch got wiped down!
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