Pardon me, while I rip out your vocal chords

I live down the street from two little girls. They live with their father, a cop (a hot cop!) and their mother, a nurse. They are lovely little girls with massive curls and great manners.

School ended yesterday for them. Today they had a few friends over. So, instead of two little girls, there are now seven. They are playing a game and keeping themselves amused.

The game goes something like this. All the girls simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs. (The screams are quite melodious. Much like the endless screaming of seagulls fighting over garbage scraps in the Wal-Mart parking lot.) They do this until all the dogs in the neighbourhood bark. They quieten down for a few brief (precious) moments and then begin again. They find it greatly entertaining. My dogs do not share the love of this game and I am starting to dislike it as well.

Remind me to only have boys.