Life settled into a routine for a little while. The girls played together.
The boys played together.
Mama flipped out at doing all the parenting work
and took her aggression out on the local lawn gnome.
OK, I guess everyone needed a break. Fortunately, that break came when a former client whose name I don’t remember invited us to a costume party for Spooky Day.
I got William and the boys together.
“It’s raining outside,” Gideon pointed out.
“What’s the problem?” I asked. “There’s no sun. It’ll be great for the vampires!”
Mama, ahem, stayed home with the girls. She wanted to, I swear.
The address turned out to be a bleak gray townhome on a bleak gray street. Nobody answered the door. It was hailing.
“This is going to be fun!” I said. I hoped they believed me.
Other guests arrived to wait in the rain for our hostess to notice we were there.
William thought this was a good time to change into his costume.
And Gideon and Franklin.
I picked something suitable for the occasion.
“It’s cold and nasty out here!” Gideon grumbled.
“Yeah, this sucks!” Franklin added.
“Well, you’re going to stay and have a good time!” I shouted. “We’re going to relax or you’re grounded!”
Some of the guests didn’t seem to mind the rain at all.
“Look, they don’t mind the cold,” I told Gideon. “Follow their example!”
“At my age, you do not want me following their example,” Gideon said.
At this point, our hostess noticed remembered to open the door. It was pretty clear why she was distracted.
William immediately got to the important stuff.
Franklin was getting pretty tired already, though, so he asked his dad for a bedtime story.
William followed him up to our hostesses bedroom, then booed him for being a sissy and left. That’s my love. He learned parenting at the School of Dudebro.
Another guest stepped in to fill the void.
So Franklin slept all night in the bed of some woman we barely know.
Meanwhile, William stormed downstairs in a rage. “You brainless idiot!” he shouted to some lady. “I’ve never seen you before in my life, but I know a bimbo when I see one.”
“But, you know, I find idiocy strangely hot.”
The lady was pretty put out by the mixed signals. That was understandable.
What was less understandable is why he came on some bimbo while I was watching from the next room.
I left the kids to fend for themselves to get the walking libido out of harm’s way.
Someone is definitely going to be dead on the couch tonight.
Again no fails! Woot!