Game of junk
Monday, my Nanny babysat the kids while I went shopping for food to use with dinner with the doctor (community event where we feed 150 people plant based meal). In the middle of the excursion, I had to run home to pick up a forgotten item. As I steamed into the house I discovered my living room floor covered with a random assortment of household objects and both kids actively engaged in bringing more things.
"What is going on?" I asked rather impatiently.
Amy looked up at me over an armload of stuff. "We are playing JUNK!" She stated matter-of-factly as she threw her "junk" onto the mushrooming pile.
-Sigh- How a minimalistic, neat freakish, germaphobic mother can breed two children that like to play "JUNK" is beyond my comprehension.
"What is going on?" I asked rather impatiently.
Amy looked up at me over an armload of stuff. "We are playing JUNK!" She stated matter-of-factly as she threw her "junk" onto the mushrooming pile.
-Sigh- How a minimalistic, neat freakish, germaphobic mother can breed two children that like to play "JUNK" is beyond my comprehension.
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