It's officially summer. School's out--days are hot--kids are insane.
The neighborhood has been teeming with small fry (and a few medium fries, too.)
The shrieks have been only intermittant, although decibel levels have increased.
Ahhhhh.
Currently, there's no one, other than the Howler, out-and-about. She's pouty and grumpy about it. I can't help it. I'm not going to haul her (not at over $4 a gallon!) around to "find someone to play with." And not when the other children will be reappearing sooner or later today, and she has plans for Thursday AND Friday.
Vacation starts Saturday.
Anyway, she's unhappy that she's having to entertain herself.
The most remarkable thing in all this is that even with upwards of 7 girls roaming (and shrieking) there are few fights and no coming to blows if there is a fight.
Why? Blondie isn't around. Do the math. Blondie = fights, hits, pushes, tears, screaming, accusations, and name calling. No Blondie = shrieking (fun/happiness), easily self-resolved arguements (most involving how gross the boys are), laughing, riding bikes, swinging, swimming, and running.
Blondie's in for a rather rude awakening when she returns.
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