did you know?

that two 14-year-old boys, when running down a flight of steps, can make it sound like your house is crumbling beneath your feet?

Last night, Meg had a birthday party and invited about 12 friends over, and a good time was had by one and all. The highlights of the party were two gifts: a cowboy set, complete with cap rifle, holster and cap pistol; and a Woody cell phone (not a real cell phone, just one that plays recorded messages from Toy Story's Woody). Sara was completely fascinated with the cap guns, having never seen one before. The smell of slight gunpowder after firing the cap pistol brought back memories of running around, chasing friends and "shooting" each other when I was very young.

Why a cowboy set? It's a long story that started with two friends, Meg and Megan, working at Megan's mom's tanning salon. It was grand opening day at Planet Beach in Franklin (highway 96 near Freedom Middle School, right beside the new Walgreens), and the girls were bored. They went to Walgreens, bought a set of small, plastic cowboy figures, and played with them most of the morning. Taylor heard about this, so he and Chad decided to purchase the cap pistol set.

Isn't it funny how 14-year-olds want to have all this freedom and want to be considered "adults" because they feel so responsible and mature? Then they play with plastic cowboy sets and want Buzz Lightyear figurines on their birthday cake, and wonder why they don't have more priviledges than they do. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. She can play with all the kiddy toys she wants to as far as I'm concerned. At 14, there's alot worse things she could be doing. So I'll take this reversion to early childhood and run with it as long as I can.