These words echo through the house as Minion #1 is told that her TV time for the day has come to an end.
The wailing and gnashing of teeth had begun.
"Go play outside, or go use your art supplies, or go play in your room, or go play in the other room, just go do anything besides sit in front of the TV."
"But daddy! There isn't ANYTHING else to do!"
"Nothing? Nothing at all? So I can give away all those toys and pens and pencils and giant pads of paper, because you don't want them anymore?"
"NO! I didn't say that!"
"Oh, I must have just misheard you then. Please go find something to do, or you can help me wash dishes."
"Fine, but I won't like it at all."

And with that, Minion #1 trudged off in search of something to do besides look at flashing lights on a screen. It wasn't long before she decided that riding bikes with Minion #2 was much more enjoyable than sitting on the couch and making pitiful little whining sounds whenever I walked by. Minion #3 wasn't fazed by the verbal fisticuffs taking place around him, he had a pile of Spiderman figurines that had villains to vanquish. Those baddies weren't going to kick their own butts, were they? He had his priorities, and he was sticking to them.
Summer vacation for Minion #1 starts in two weeks, and I am not sure how we are going to handle it. Not needing to drive her back and forth to school will be a nice change of pace, but finding things to fill the time that she would normally spend at school will require a bit of imagination.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that we are not looking forward to having her home during normal school hours, that is not the case at all. The real worry is that with all the extra time on her hands, she will get bored quickly, and when kids get bored...
They draw pretty princess castles on bedroom walls.
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Of Chicken Pox
Just a few moments ago, literally, #1 came up and said that she had something to show me, and it was an emergency!
Oh. Joy.
"Look at these red bumps on my arm! I'm getting chicken pox's all over my arm!"
"Um, those just look like bites from sand fleas."
"No, I know I'm right, I must have touched a sick chicken."
"There are no chickens around here, I think its just from bugs in the sand outside."
"Nah, when I go to the doctor, mommy will say I was right."
And with that, she walked back outside, the sudden plague seemingly already forgotten.