Boy Posse

A trio of neighborhood boys rang our doorbell a few minutes ago and asked if Thea could please come out and play.  Oh, and could she please bring her five light sabers?  And her Beyblade?

Eager, hopeful little faces, wanting my daughter to come out and (play) fight.

I am feeling very old at the moment.

And when airhead daughter returned home, she had a blond moment and could not find three of the light sabers.