M invited some friends over yesterday to celebrate his recent birthday by eating pizza and watching a couple movies. The other kids came home from school on the bus with him, so by the time I was able to leave work and pick up pizza, they’d already been home for a while and were just finishing up the first movie. I thought they’d immediately attack the pizza, but no.
Instead, they decided it was time to turn off the TV and head outside. (Was I being too much of an intrusive parental presence by feeding the cat and getting out paper plates? Really?) I got everything ready for the pizza, then realized I couldn’t even hear them in the yard any more. Which, considering this gang operates at a dull roar, meant they’d really fled the scene.
I finally spotted them halfway down the road, now part of a much larger group of teens. There’s a kid at that end of the road who’s in the same grade and whose birthday is the day before M’s, so it appeared that he’d invited friends over to celebrate as well, and the two birthday parties had merged into one in the middle of the street.
Half an hour later, the pizza was cooling quickly, and I looked down the road more closely. This time I realized that the other party included actual girls.
This may explain why I had to reheat the pizza in the oven by the time M and his gang finally came home.