I'm fairly certain I had the "best play date ever" today, as a rather quiet, one-kid-after-camp-to-swim plan somehow -- through happenstance and emergency rescheduling -- morphed into an eight-kid pool party.
The best part happened after they'd finished with the pool, dried off, and started to tear apart the couch.
They wanted to build a clubhouse out of the cushions. Except the debris from our penchant for eating in the living room turned out to be a major obstacle that required remediation.
"Mom, can we use the vacuum cleaner?"
How could I say no to a gang of kids who wanted to do housework?
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