Ol' Grump

I get a call at 5:00 pm last night. The youngkids need somewhere to go. They want to come out and roast hotdogs and have smores. I look at Jord and he's game....so we had a houseful last night. The first part of the evening was great...the kids were outside chillin' and the old folks were inside chillin. Then they decided they wanted to come in and play games....ok....so they all gathered in the diningroom and played games around the table and all was great. However, it was when they decided to play states that things got crazy. (I know we played this when I was a teenager, but I don't remember us being so loud! Jord chuckles....we were so much worse than them...he says) Anyway, Jord and I endured it for about 30 minutes and couldn't take it anymore (we heard things rattling that shouldn't be rattled) and we kicked them all outside! So, I'm probably labeled the Ol'Grump, but they way I see it, I agreed to a hotdog roast and smores and I didn't even get a smore! So, I'm the one that got the short end of the stick. The kids were very apologetic and thanks us for letting them come. I must say, I was impressed with how each one made a point to thank us. We as parents must be doing something right! We even got a hug out of Dakota....all in all....a great night.