A few weekends ago, my best friend's son thought it would be funny to torment his sister and my daughter. We were spending the weekend at my parent's cabin pretending that it was not ten degrees outside and the kids were playing in the basement. Our children are eight, six, five and three and a half so leaving them unattended for short increments of time is not unreasonable parenting.
While my friend and I enjoyed our coffee we began to hear phrases like "stop it!" and "mom!" We were not excited to leave our state of relaxation but who were we kidding, did we really expect it to last?
"Coming!" we yelled. But before we could even make it to the staircase, the four kids were at our feet.
"He's being mean!"
"Tell him to stop it!"
"I don't like that."
"Okay, okay," we asked. "What happened?"
The three younger kids unanimously agreed that the oldest was taunting them. After further interrogation, the main piece of evidence was confiscated. It was a picture of a disturbing clown.
"Seriously." I said.
Now lets go back in time, fifteen minutes should do it.
My friend's son approached me with a question.
"Angie, would you help me?"
"Sure honey, what do you need?"
"I need a picture."
"Picture of what?"
"A clown."
So the art teacher in me drew the kid a clown.
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