Playmates
‘Rrrring!’ our doorbell keeps on ringing. Ignoring it is useless, because they’ll just ring it again. And again. And Again. And if I stíll don’t come to the door, they’ll just park their finger on it and keep it there.
This time it turned out to one of the neighbourhood kids, looking up at me with eyes shining with great expectations. ‘Can Pete come out and play?’
‘He’s on a playdate with Hank,’ I had to disappoint him.
‘Can I play with John then?’ he wanted to know.
‘John is still in school,’ and ‘Mary and Jane have gone to the mall. All I’ve got left is Michael.’
‘Okay,’ he sighed. ‘I’ll take hím.’
So now they’re happily playing outside, but I’m worried about my stock running out.
The next kid who wants to play with one of my children, will have to make do with my husband. He’s all I’ve got left.
haha adorable post, loved it!
I found your blog on MBC, and I'm so glad I did! I'm excited to start following you! I love your gardening picture! 🙂 http://moresisterstuff.blogspot.com/
LOL! Sometimes husbands act just like kids!
Too funny! All the neighbourhood 10 year olds come to play with my 2 year old! Guess they're really desperate!
what a funny post— i've only got the two so I'd run out real quick!
Haha.. that's cool that your kids have so many playmates to play with.
One of mine got grounded in high school and one of his friends was in the house…playing video games with my husband!!!
Haha! This is really funny. 🙂
LOL! Hope your husband knows how to share 😉
Ah yes, the neighborhood kids around here do the same thing with the doorbell. Delightful, isn't it?