There will be a gaggle of children arriving at my house, shortly, to partake in what is supposed to be a swim and tie-dye extravaganza, to celebrate the end of the school year.
We ran out this morning for latex gloves and rubber bands. Sure, some people get cheetos and pretzels for such a thing, but we’re all fancy and… ummm… rubbery.
Of course now the sky is dark and rain is imminent. Would it be wrong of me to lock them all out of the house, as planned, anyway? I mean, they’ll have the gloves. Their hands will be dry.
Oh, I’m just kidding. Probably.