I may never get to use my telephone again.
Middle Sister’s friend called 15 minutes ago so they could plan some after-school fun for tomorrow. When that didn’t work out, they resorted to playing “Blind Pictionary.” One of them draws and describes what she is drawing and the other one guesses.
You know it’s getting bad when your daughter says, “You are drawing a seahorse with pimples.”
I guess it’s time to break out the kitchen timer.