Rick is in Charleston for work and I am home with the kids and Carey. Carey has been so sick all weekend with the stomach virus and has banished himself downstairs for most of the weekend. I needed to go to Sam's today and Blake wanted to stay home with his friends to play. Since Carey was here, I let him, but instructed them not to make a lot of noise and to play outside. Unfortunately, it rained. I was gone for about an hour and a half. When I got home, it was obvious that they had never left the house. There must have been twelve empty fruit snack wrappers, coke cans and cracker trash in OUR bedroom. They cleaned it up and I sent them outside.
A little bit later, Blake decided to get on the laptop. When he opened it up, he said, "oh no." I knew that this was not a good sign. The way he said it was weird- like he knew something and wasn't really surprised but tried to act like he was. I looked at the screen and it is cracked. Of course, he tried to gently work his way through it, but to make a long story short, Blake and his friend decided that they would take the top knobs off of our bedposts and make them grenades. During the grenade war, one of the grenades hit the laptop screen (that was not even supposed to be in our room) and cracked it. Needless to say, Blake is on computer restriction and Rick is on his way home now with 2 hours to think of Blake's fate. What in the world posesses boys to do such stupid things???
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