"Kids!" I yelled. "Come quick and look, there are TONS of butterflies flying around our yard!" We all clamored on the boys bed and pressed our faces to the window to see.
"Come on, lets go outside and play with them!" Everyone ran to the front door. As soon as I opened the door the phone rang. "I will be out in a second" I told the kids.
While I am chatting on the phone, I look out the window to watch the kids playing with the butterflies. "huh, those don't really look like butterflies" I think to myself. "Hey, can I call you back? I asked my friend.
As I walked outside, it started to dawn on me that these things that my kids are running through and have all over them and are in their hair are not butterflies at all. No, not butterflies, but a.
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Ya, that's right.
I had my kids go and play in a swarm of termites.
I am totally Mother of the year.... 