Girl Party?

Yeah, great (He says sarcastically) but that means I have to either stay away for 6 or so hours or be locked in the dungeon for the duration of giggly festivities.

So here I am in the dungeon awaiting rescue after the pink explosion is finally contained. We have 4 kids and since the three youngest are girls, my son and I are often outnumbered in more ways than I can describe. My son, displaying wisdom beyond his years, has departed for a friends house.

The “girl party” will consist of games and chatter and cooking. The girls will be baking cookies with my wife. Most will be eaten at the party and the rest will go home with the girls. Leaving the smell behind to taunt the men and boys who will be allowed to get a whiff of the lingering aroma of goodies long since gone. Oh well, I doubt I would have been able to endure the “girl stuff” to get the treats anyway.

So like an inmate in an ancient prison, I await the mercy of the King (or at least the diffusion of the girls).