Battle of the Sexes

Last week I went out for a few beers with these three:

That’s CCB and two of her buddies, Doc and Karl.

Doc is in grad school and Karl is about to graduate from college. They are home for Spring Break.

Doc and Karl were both talking a bunch of trash to CCB about taking care of my kids.

About how it was no big deal.

Piece of cake.

So I told them to put their money where their mouth was.

Since they were home on break they had nothing but time, anyway.

After a series of back and forths, we agreed on a time and date.

I didn’t think they’d actually come…

As D-day grew closer, it appeared they were getting nervous.

Candy?

I don’t think so.

When I pulled into the driveway yesterday after picking up Number 6 from preschool, there they were in their car.

Early.

And waiting.

I was kind of surprised.

They hadn’t wimped out.

So, I took them inside.

It was early dismissal due to report card conferences, so Number 3 and 4 were already home.

Number 3 had no idea two college dudes were coming over.

“S’up?” he said to them, too cool for school.

Number 4 didn’t give them much time to react.

She dragged them over to the wall to size them up.

Literally.

Once she had established how tall they were, they headed to the playroom.

It was time to test their brain power.

Doc knew all of his multiplication facts.

Next test:  physical prowess.

Pull-ups.

Number 4 showed them how it was done.

They passed that test, too.

So they were big enough, smart enough, and strong enough.

They could stay.

Number 6 dragged them into the basement.

He needed a Wii fix.

Number 4 came upstairs after a few minutes.

Somehow Karl had talked her into making him a peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwich.

He lost a few points manipulating the 7-year-old into making lunch for everyone.

She got right to work making a picnic.

Note to self: have discussion about subservience with Number 4.

The kids wanted to go outside.

Doc and Karl got the kids dressed and took them out.

It only took about 26 seconds for Number 7 to fall and get her pants wet.

Doc brought her back inside.

He lost a few points for dumping her there without changing her pants.

I changed her and brought her back out.

They were playing basketball.

(Nice shot, Doc).

Karl was doing the obligatory, spin the little girl around in the air.

Doc and Karl wore those kids out.

In fact, Number 7 was so tired I found her slumped against a car in the driveway.

So how did they do?

Although it did take two men to do the work of one woman,

they passed with flying colors.

The kids had so much fun,

and any time Doc and Karl want to come back,

our door is wide open.

Consider yourselves a part of the family.

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