His fifteen-year-old daughter was locked up in her bedroom chatting away on the phone. Who knew who she was talking to and how many minutes she was racking up on her cell phone bill.
His thirteen-year-old daughter was painting her nails at the kitchen table, with every single color spread out on the table, polish and polish remover spilled and stained on the wood as she couldn’t decide which color to choose.
The ten-year-old twins were launching each other off the couch to see how far they could fly.
Meanwhile, his five-year-old daughter was in the hallway coloring on the walls.
The father stood in the middle of his messy house rubbing his temples counting down the minutes until his wife’s plane got in… Which wouldn’t be for another day.
He picked up the phone and let it ring for a few moments before he finally heard the best zookeeper he knew on the other line.
“Hello, Mom? Yeah, I’ve officially lost control of the zoo.”