Normally the door there is open, but today it was closed. Rather than knocking, I just opened it and went in.
BIG mistake. It was closed for a reason.
I stuck my head in the door, just in time to intercept a red-paint-filled styrofoam cup with my right cheek. Followed by a kid screaming "Hey Craig! I nailed your dad!"
A paint fight (water-based paints, mercifully) had broken out, and the teenagers running the show were hopelessly outnumbered.
The kids looked like a multicolored racial variant from "Avatar".
I drove home with my (very colorful) tribe.
My car seats look like a bag of Skittles. I'll deal with them over the weekend.
All kids got thrown in the shower.
We're having an unscheduled laundry night.
Just wait until Mrs. Grumpy gets home.