Nine sweaty basketball players retire to my basement
a large scale pillow fight ensues
as I descend the stairs a fog envelopes me
I open a window in the dead of winter but it makes little difference
at 6:00 p.m. they ascend out of the abyss
and announce their desire to make cookies
an egg hits the floor, a bag of brown sugar explodes
double batch of oatmeal chocolate chip dough awaits their return from scouts
hot cookies, cold milk, rowdy boys
It's even better than I hoped it would be
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LOVE THIS!
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