Aahhh...to have my children home.
They've both been home for less than a day, and already I hear the lovely, shrill sounds of "Kyle, stop that!" coming from the other side of the house. They're 24 and 21; I'm not even going to get up and see what's going on. Oh, wait, Kyle just came in wearing a pith helmet and drew an airsoft pistol on me. ...should've figured....