You Must Be Here For the Children

Unexpected Guests~ You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

“Ah, you must be here for the children. You are early.” I kick the shoes out of my path and greet Mr and Mrs Cleaver. “Pardon the mess. As you can guess by the condition of the house, I may have waited too long to contact you, but I have faith that if anyone can turn things around it’s you.”

My teenagers can be heard in the distance wailing “I’ll clean my room right now mom, I swear!” and “I’ll put my dishes in the dishwasher, please mom!” “Mom you can’t do this, I’m sorry!” They are escorted down the stairs by security guards who see them into the 1959 Chevy Parkwood station wagon that sits in my driveway. 

And so began my month of leisure. I’d leave for work, and return to find my house in the same orderly condition it was in when I left it. No more South Park on the television, no more tripping on back packs and shoes, no more breaking up fights. Peace and tranquility as my children succumb to the torture of life with a 1950’s television family. They will return with manners.

The Daily Post, December 15, 2015, Daily Prompt: <a href=””>Unexpected Guests</a>

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