Son #2 turns 13 tomorrow. He, his brothers, and every other boy between the ages of 10 and 15 within a fifty mile radius are in our basement, as we speak. I could handle the airsoft gun battle in the yard, even though I'm sure our neighbors were convinced it was the apocalypse.
But few things stink like waking up at 1 AM, to the thudding of a radio directly beneath your bed, with the bone-deep knowledge that you're absolutely, positively, not going to be able to get back to sleep for the next 4 hours.
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