Rico flew the coop tonight.
Why? Because he can and because he’s smart enough to come up with some excuse that seems plausible.
Me. I’m not that smart.
Yet.
So, when Rico leaves town for the night it becomes a free for all for the girls and me and mayhem ensues. Movies that don’t included shooting, big busty women or any form of hand to hand combat are obtained. Popcorn is eaten right in the bed (GASP!!!) and no one dies from sleeping in popcorn hulls.
Then the most amazing thing happens.
The girls get quiet. They behave and say things like, “Yes, Mother” and “You’re the Bestest!!” or maybe they say things like, “Get me some more Kool-Aid Woman” and “Stop eating all the dang popcorn Mom!”. Either way, it’s said with a warm inflection and that’s all that really matters.
But sooner or later, I beat them into submission and they go to sleep. Plus there are no witness to prove it.
I am then alone to eat the Oreos I’ve been hiding in the pantry all night.
And I don’t have to share with anyone.
