And, by storm, I of course mean The Girl’s birthday slumber party. It went better than expected, with no teen drama save for the angst caused by the temporary loss of a cell phone belonging to one of The Girl’s friends. All’s well that ends well, and the phone was turned into the mall lost and found office just as we were leaving Neighboring City to begin the forty-five minute drive home.
The Girl was suitably spoiled; she and her friends roamed the mall, did a bit of shopping for matching sunglasses and flip-flops and generally asserted their independence while the Man-Cub and I did our level best to avoid running into them (being the tag-along brother does have its’ advantages and the Man-Cub made out like a bandit on samples at Sam’s Club).
Upon our return to the house, there was pizza to eat, a three-movie marathon of horror flicks and, of course, cake.
I’m happy to say; the cake was not the disaster I predicted and The Girl was thrilled with the end result, the theme of which was apropos for the occasion as those girls were on their phones (when said phones weren’t lost) pretty much non-stop from the moment they hit my house to the moment we dropped them at their respective homes this afternoon.
As Forest Gump would say, Teenagers and phones go together like peas and carrots.