Nichole and her two munchkins paid us a visit this last weekend. When she leaves the rest of the crew back at their homestead, Rick usually kicks us out of the house and sends us up to the casino to have some Mother-Daughter time together (read: adult beverages and gambling).
The grandkids are at that age (5 & 7) where they don’t need as much supervision as they used to. Give them some coloring books and crayons, or perhaps a computer, and they are entertained. Actually, this is what the normal adult would do.
We’re talking Rick here, who has a different idea of what constitutes entertainment.
For Saturday evening’s pleasure, the main attractions were a large supply of orange cord and scissors. (Apparently Rick doesn’t remember what little girls like to do with scissors: cut hair.)
So when Nichole and I arrived home a couple hours later, we were welcomed into a kitchen funhouse created by the precious little darlings.
And where was Rick during all of this? In the living room, watching TV. I guess he figured that as long as they were quiet, there was nothing to worry about.
At least nobody’s hair got cut.