Rock On

Last night as I walked out into the garage, I discovered a group of teenage boys in my car.

Usually, this would have been a delightful surprise. I mean, who wouldn't want a bunch of cute teenage boys in their car?

I probably would've been excited had they been 18 or 19 year old boys, but no. In this case, by "teenage boys" I mean a group of 13 year olds. And by cute I mean cute like a teddy bear. It was my little brother and all of his friends.

I calmly chased them down the street, threatening their lives...

 (Okay, so maybe I wasn't very calm.)

After they admitted to trying to prank me, I gave them permission to finish on one condition: They must clean out my car. I even offered to take them all to get slushies if they did a good job.

As I climbed in my car this morning, I was delighted to find my textbooks in a neat stack and my backseat clear of any clothing. On my dashboard was a stack of papers held in place by this cute rock.

If you look closely, you'll see it's a very happy rock.

Those boys rock.

Looks like I owe them slushies.