It’s nearing 10:00 pm on July 9. Up here on the 45th parallel, it’s still light outside.
I open the front door and call, “It’s time to come in now, girls!”
“No!” they answer in unison.
“It’s time for bed.”
“NO! We’re playing bird attack!”
The good moms go out and rally their children inside immediately for jammies and teeth. The bad moms go upstairs, get their cameras, and proceed to take pictures. I mean, come on — bird attack?! Who doesn’t want a (low-light panning attempt) photo of bird attack?!