Thursday, February 11, 2010

There's a War in my Basement

There's a war in my basement.

I didn't know it, but it's true. I have four, 12-year-old girls spending the night. They have been non-stop gigglers and outright belly laughers for hours. But in the last hour it suddenly got quiet. My mom radar turned on in a flash. I listened, and listened harder. I was beginning to believe that maybe they had decided to watch a movie or partake in some other civilized endeavor. I was wrong.

The screams, thumps and crashes started without warning. I flew down the stairs to see who was grievously injured - or worse. I was greeted by this:


That would be "The South." This is "The North."


The blur of pink is one of my daughter's friends dodging an "incoming." I must say that I think the North has much better defenses. The South is definitely louder.

I just heard the word "CAKE!" so I think that a cease fire has been called. Time to go feed the troops.

7 comments:

Bish Denham said...

I can hear it! What fun. It's so nice to know there are still some "normal" games happening in the basement of at least one American home.

J.A. Palermo said...

My son had one sleepover with seven boys for his twelfth birthday. They did not sleep the entire night -- hence neither did I. It was the last time more than one kid slept over. You're a braver sol than I.

J.A. Palermo said...

Tee-hee. I meant braver SOUL!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

That is just awesome that they have space, imagination and creativity!

Nora MacFarlane said...

They had a ball last night. They slept in until 10:30, ate some chocolate chip pancakes, and now I'm dropping them off at the sledding hill. Good times!

Christina Farley said...

So cute! I love your little story. Sometimes it's the little things in life that make it special.

Rena said...

FUN!!