It’s been one week since the cruel tyrant in our house inflicted an electronics ban on the children. The wailing and hysterics of yore have been replaced with, lo, the sounds of children talking about books, running in the yard and playing ping pong in the basement.
Giggles, high-pitched squeals of delight and low murmurs of conversation have replaced the dull hum of the TV, the loud rumble of video games and the beeps and bellows emitted by the computer.
The children are picking up the guitars that lie around the house. They’re offering to make meals. They’re rock hunting, leaf collecting and bug catching and on their breaks, going through stacks of books like they’re treasures from a faraway, alien planet.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Evil mother strikes, causing major household mayhem and taking no prisoners. They’ll never catch me alive. NEVER.