The
13 year old daughter had a party last night. No less than TEN (10) teenagers, boys and girls, arrived for a water fight. Lucky for me, they had the water fight in the park. When they came back to the house for snacks, it was deemed that one particular boy was much too soaking wet to be allowed into the house. I knew nothing about that last bit, by the way.
Anyhow, the rest of the gang came in, dried off and got on with the party. So this poor boy was obediently waiting outside for a good 30 minutes, when he decided to finally ring the doorbell.
He's standing there, still dripping with H2O and he says,
"Can I please come in? I'll wait in the garden until it's time to go."
Of course I immediately got him in and asked my
eldest daughter to find him something wear whilst we threw his clothes in the drier. She brought him the clown suit. And he put it on.
This kid is my new hero. And that's why he's here on my blog. Doesn't he look smashing?
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