Child Labor Laws
posted in Frenzied Daddy |I was badgered into buying water balloons. Normally I wouldn’t, but y’know, they were on sale, they promised to pick up all the pieces, and they (ok, Miss B) swore that the balloons weren’t for throwing but for cuddling. Uh, yeah, ok, honey.
They’ve been playing with their little balloon pets for an hour or an hour and a half, shrieking and carrying on. Now Miss B comes to the door and asks if I’d like my car washed.
What the hell, it can’t look any worse.
So now I have six of the neighborhood kids, none of them tall enough to wash the roof, all of them under nine years old, scrubbing my car. My car washing minions.
Wanna bring yours over? Not the car, the kid- I’ve got a lawn to mow, and since they can’t see over the handle, I was going to let them use scissors. I mean, what the hell, it can’t look any worse.
