"When the cat's away, the mice will play." I have found this little saying to be very true in certain cases. Take this one for example. Mom goes to the store about once a week. On this particular day she leaves at about 10:00 A.M. As she says her good-byes and be-goods we nod, wave and get started on our school. Then her car disappears down the driveway...and we wait...5...10 minutes, until someone can wait no longer and goes into the living room to play ship on the couch. Another and another sibling joins this one until everyone's there, and a wild game is under way. Cushions start coming off the couch, rescues are made to the drowning, and pirates are defeated! But ship gets a little dull after a while and so other games get started. We've made cushion-houses that you could hardly squeeze into; we've played King and Queen, making thrones with cushions stacked high; we've played sandwich: a cushion, a person, a cushion, a person, etc. until the top falls off; we've played pillow fight, trampoline and so on. But then, around 12:00, someone sounds the alarm: Mom is coming! There is a mad dash as the pillows are thrown back on the couches, the living room is straightened (the house, also, for the fun had spread), and everyone goes back to school. Then we calmly go outside and help bring in the groceries.
|This jumping on the furniture was allowed,|
since it was an old mattress,
but it still somewhat shows you how wild we were. ; )
Another side note... this was a really looooooong time ago... ; )