It is a milkshake night in my house

Last week, my adolescents came into the house and took the chairs that my wifey and I normally stand in.

They sat there sighing as they left the a/c bathe their bodies.

My son, who is six, told myself and others that it was strenuous working out in the hot, cruel sun. I had to hide my smile as I asked him what he was working at? He told myself and others that he was picking up the rocks in the yard. I asked him why he had to pick up rocks out of the yard and he told myself and others it was because he put them there, and he rolled his eyes. He sat there with the recliners pushed back and his eyes closed. He whispered a ‘whew’ as he wiped his forehead. He told myself and others the a/c felt elegant and all he needed was a cool drink to make his day. I went out to the dining room and pulled out the ice cream and made him a milkshake. I took it in to him and he looked over at his sister. He said that she needed a/c and a drink as much as he did. I offered her the other milkshake I had behind my back. I asked her what she was doing that required a/c and a cold drink. She told myself and others she was cleaning up all of the dead bugs from the sidewalk. Now I was curious since my kid had rocks and she had dead bugs. They told myself and others they were having a contest on who could kill the most ants by throwing rocks at them.

 

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