Just in case you haven't seen this yet, I'm posting this.   This affects us all--so I encourage my non-homeschool friends to read this too. For even more info on this treaty see this link:

http://www.hslda.org/docs/news/200906161.asp

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Call Now to Stop
UN Children’s Treaty

Dear HSLDA Members and Friends,

Monday in a Harlem middle school, U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Susan Rice told a group of 120 students that administration officials are actively discussing “when and how it might be possible to join” (that is, ratify) the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC). As before, she also communicated what a disgrace it is that the U.S. would stand with only Somalia against such a widely accepted treaty.

This is the first direct public statement by the Obama administration that it will seek ratification of the UN CRC.

In my 30 years of political involvement, I have learned to recognize this as what is called a “trial balloon.” Like in World War I trench warfare, our opponents have “sent up a balloon” to see if it will draw fire. If things remain quiet, they will proceed with their plans to push for ratification of the CRC in the U.S. Senate. To discourage them from doing so, we need to make sure that our voices are heard with unmistakable clarity. We must let the Obama administration know that we oppose this anti-family, anti-American treaty.

Action

Here’s what we need you all to do:

1. Call the White House comments line at 202-456-1111. Tell them you heard the administration wants to ratify the CRC, and you strongly oppose this giving away of U.S. sovereignty to the UN. Also, keep in mind that this treaty gives the government jurisdiction to override any decision made by any parent if the government thinks that a better decision can be made—even if there is no proof of any harm.

2. Call the Ambassador Susan Rice’s office at the United Nations. Tell her that you want her to represent the United States to the world rather than trying to get the United States to go along with international law initiated by the UN. Her office number is 212-415-4000.

3. Contact your senators and urge them to oppose ratification of this treaty. (Find your senators’ contact information by using HSLDA’s Legislative Toolbox.) Ask them also to defeat it once and for all by cosponsoring SJRes 16—the Parental Rights Amendment.

It is very important that we speak up right now. Please call before you close this email!

Michael Farris
HSLDA Chairman

We have wanted a larger family for  a long time. I had given up hope of having another little one when we found out we were expecting.  After my health problems,  we know three is all we'll have now, and it is very, very good so far. I find myself alternately humming the Southern Gospel song "I Am Blessed" or the math song from ABC's Schoolhouse Rock "Three Is A Magic Number."

The schedule around here isn't as smooth as it was pre-infant, but we are enjoyng LIFE.  Watching our older two children with their new sibling is rewarding--they aren't jealous but have welcomed her. Her every smile becomes the topic of conversation for us and we all compete to see who will garner the most.

God--and the life He has blessed us with ---is good. Very good.

He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.

Psalm113:9

The kids have really enjoyed waiting for a baby brother or sister. They have each had hopes on their own gender because that means sharing a room. And sharing a room means the ultimate sleeping accessory for all kids---BUNK BEDS!  It's useless to try to explain that the baby won't be rooming with them from day one in the bottom bunk; the children have visions of bunk beds no amount of reasoning can alter.

Today, finally, we have the ultrasound to see whether I pull out the space bags with boy or girl clothes.  I just hope Little One is cooperative. I can deal with waiting but I don't think the siblings can!

I'll be posting after we get the news!

We had a very warm day today so I got to do a little yardwork after school. The kids helped and enjoyed riding their bikes.   I was busy weeding and putting rock borders down for my back flowerbeds when I overheard them.

Brother:  "How come you know so much all of a sudden, sis? Huh?"

Sister: "Because I'm six years old, that's why!"

Brother: "Well I'm three years older than you are, whaddya think of that?"

Sister: "Everybody knows you lose your smarts after you're six."

Brother: [uncontrollable belly laughs]

Mom: [turn away, don't look, don't grin, pretend I didn't hear....]

Some days I wish we could say that.  But our kids really are in the "parroting" stage. And have been for years.

We are diehard Andy Griffith Show fans. My daughter--codenamed "Thelma Lou" --can imitate almost any character on that show.  I decided to try a different show for family our family television watching when she started copying Otis' line, "Slow it down and let me in or I'll go out and get some gin...."  She also does a mean Daphne-of-the-Fun-Girls interpretation---"Hello, Doll".  Well, we've had to "nip that in the bud,"--sorry!

So, we started watching a couple of old episodes of the Beverly Hillbillies for a change.

She called her brother a jackrabbit this morning and tried to box him.

We tried watching Thomas the Train on PBS.  She played runaway train down the hall.With a laundry  basket on her head.

We happened to watch a Gomer Pyle episode and now we hear at the most unlikely times this angelic-looking  little creature boom out, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" like Sgt. Carter....

I guess I'll have to accept some imitations while she's in this stage. She doesn't watch much TV at all. Maybe an hour at night when Dad watches something. Hopefully the rest of the time my little blonde tornado will be learning to imitate Jesus. 

She saw an old Gunsmoke episode recently though. Now she loves to imitate Chester Goode, limp and all. Oh, dear.....

Today was not a stellar day for DoeHill Homeschool. To begin with we feel cruddy with stuffy noses, coughs, and fevers. Ergo, my dream of a scheduled taut-ship-of-homeschool-day fell apart  right away. Earnest T. asked why Sis was walking around with her mouth open. When asked, she replied, "I can't bweeve fwoo my nose!"

We watched the Drive Through History  with Dave Stott DVD about famous Americans this morning. We listened to our next Bible chapter on the computer because my throat hurts so bad I sound like Mickey Mouse.

Then I gave serious thought to just not doing much else. But my son finished "The Whipping Boy"--boy was that an ill omen. Thelma Lou and Earnest T. Bass had been well dosed with cold medicine and tucked into Momma's bed. I even served them breakfast in bed today. Then they got to watch The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and just rest .  The doctor's office called twice today to check on them after I had called them yesterday. They recommened rest and lots of liquids and by doggies, that was what they were going to get.

At some point during the day, I walked into the aforementioned bedroom to smell something. I was immediately alert because I haven't smelled anything all week. Then I saw IT. An Iron. On the carpet.

 While I was kneading some bread for dinner tonight, those two little  [spit it out Mom! ] blessings  had gotten the iron out, plugged it up, and proceeded to experiment with temperature, texture, and color change.  THEY SCORCHED THE CARPET!!!!

There is nothing more un-scary than a crazy mom lexturing in her most fiery Mickey-Mouse voice. That's when I had to use the secret weapon.  Dear old DAD! 

They thought this was just a spot I could get up with Sol-u-Mel from Melaleucca!  Good night, nurse, I wish I could!

Needless to say, the story didn't end there, but I will. However, they did manage to get in math lessons, spelling lesssons, phonics, lessons, handwriting lessons, and some reading lessons done with the remainder of their time today.

I didn't even try to do science.......we've had enough of that.

My dear friend Kasey was so sympathetic when I told her. "Wow, Ging, I feel ike Martha Stewart now that I've heard about your day."   Ha, ha, how droll!  But how could she not laugh? Big ham that I am, I played that story for all it was worth over the phone.

In the best outraged Mickey Mouse voice that I could muster.

Kids are so much fun. But some holidays we want  to skip the stuff we don't like and just make happy family memories.  We don't celebrate Halloween with witches, vampires, or the undead [gee, aren't the living nightmare enough sometimes?]   No evil costumes/movies/toys/books/or-eye-rolling-over-banned-items are allowed in Doehill.

Our church has a trunk and treat where the children are allowed to dress up [NO EVIL STUFF THERE EITHER!]. DS wants to be a cowboy again. Thankfully he enjoys role playing and one day I'm going to get him some of those neat costumes from Vision Forum. But dear daughter has her own ideas....

DD: Mom? Know what I want to dress up as for Trunk and Treat?

MOM [trying to give guesses that might help her make an appropriate choice]: Raggedy Ann?

DD: No.

MOM:  A Princess?

DD:  No.

MOM:  How about a lamb?

DD: Nah, I'm gonna be a scary ice skater.

Where oh where did I go wrong?

Okay, I admit it. My kids watch the same old cartoons I did when I  was little. Perhaps that explains my young daughter's answer to a question on her Bible quiz about Genesis:

MOM:  "What did Joseph tell Pharoah his dreams meant?"

DAUGHTER:  "Oo--Oo--I know this one--that  phantoms were coming to Egypt for seven years!"

SON [uncontrollable laughter]

MOM: "No, honey, not phantoms--FAMINES!"

This was almost as good as her singing her favorite church song about the love of Jesus being "way down in the hips of her heart".  

I re-use plastic bowls that margarine and cool whip come in. Some we use on the porch to feed and water the cats, some for other uses. We finished a sugar free cool whip tub this weekend, so it was washed and put in the drainer. This morning, I was in a hurry to get breakfast ready, and just put my daughter's cereal in the CLEAN cool-whip bowl.  She sat staring at her bowl.

Disgustedly she said, " I can't believe you are making me eat out of the cat's bowl. "   

A few years ago I would have described myself as an overweight, underread, un-motivated, and somewhat isolated slob. I have been concerned about myself only enough to complain about what hasn't been right, but not enough to proactively try to fix it.  This year has definitely been a year of change. I am finally, after all these years, moving from undisciplined to disciplined. It's not an easy process!

Two books have helped me shake off the self-induced lathargy and try to DO SOMETHING about the shape I'm in.   One was Pam Forster's topical Bible guide "Polished Cornerstones" and the other was Beneth Peters Jones' "In The Best Possible Light".    I wish I had these in my teens!

I tend to let things go--chores, paperwork, friendships,  my health/looks. I recently celebrated my 34th birthday.  It set me thinking about the future, goals, and the need for accountability to keep them. There are some disciplines in my life that keep me accountable spiritually, for example, being a faithful church member and  friends who gently admonish and greatly encourage me in my walk with the Lord.

But I have been very resistant to inviting accountability into other areas of my life. I am a natural skinflint, so money has never been a problem.  Homeschooling isn't a problem either because I love to learn and so do the children.  Have I made it  too easy, though,  to learn about things instead of doing them?  I guess I just didn't want to hear somebody tell me where I've gone wrong, because I already knew it! 

A great help has been the Flylady emails. While I don't do them as faithfully as I should, those constant cheerful email reminders  to establish new habits are affecting on how I approach each day. Joining THE WALKING CHALLENGE was a major step. Reporting to others whether or not I kept my goals is forcing me to really try to keep them--just not pay lip-service to them.

This weekend, I discovered that two acquaintances are also trying to build accountability into their lives in different areas.  One is wanting to read more, so we agreed to try reading the same book together and discussing it as we go [we're reading Hind's Feet on High Places].  Another lady is needing help in physical fitness, too. We have agreed to remind each other to walk a little bit every day. Hopefully, this partnership will help us reach our goals, but will also develop Godly friendships, as well.

Remember at the first how I described myself ? I think I've attacked everything but the "overweight" part.  It's NEXT!

My "baby" is gowing up. You know how I realized it? WE CAN WEAR THE SAME SIZE SOCKS NOW! 

Where did the time go? After this laundry room mix-up, I suddenly found myself wishing he was still in diapers and that I could do it all over again. And his sister is growing up, too. I swanee, I'd tie a rock on their heads to slow their growth down, if I thought it would help.  [Not really! ]

As much as I am enjoying watching them grow, I really miss them as little ones. My mother-in-law was right--she said that I would!   She should know--she had six.

I'm so glad we are homeschooling. Childhood is so short, that I truly want to "redeem the time" with them.

Well, I'm off to the store to buy some more socks. Basic White--that way we can share.

My email account has been full of news about some of the latest outrages on TV. From instances of berating the Christian religion such as Madonna on a disco cross and Charlie Sheen profaning a beloved Christmas carol, to outrageous language and sexual content, television stinks. It stinks so bad I won't be surprised if an actual cesspool odor began emanating from our TV.

An article at AGAPE PRESS broke down the latest results from the Parents Television Council study on the portrayal of religion on TV. The results were, not surprisingly, dismal. Generally, unscripted shows had the most favorable mentions of God, faith, and religion, because they were the uncensored views of contestants. But the scripted dramas and comedies were very negative.

I hope and pray that we can get "a la carte" packages soon from cable and satellite companies. Perhaps when familes are able to purchase what they really want, a message will get through to the industry about what really sells. Unfortunately, I'm sure the smut will still be available and very profitable to them. Until then, the parental controls are stictly locked, and the TV for the most part, stays off.  At least with DirecTV you can search by show name, block channels and individual shows by ratings, language limits, violence content, and other controls. It's amazing how many cartoons that completely leaves out! 

But even with such tech tools, we still have to be vigilant. Many shows that are on so-called children's or family networks are totally off-limits for us. We can still watch the Andy Griffith Show, Bonanza, Little House on the Prairie, and Leave It to Beaver, but it's harder to find decent shows to watch. Thank goodness for DVD collections!

Anyway, I joined the Parents Television Council today. You can join for free or if you give a 15$ donation you will receive a year's subscription to their paper, PTC INSIDER, I urge as many of you as are TV watchers [and I realize many of my homeschool friends are TV free] to join this group.

She's four years old and as petite and  cute and energetic as can be. She is also very, very funny. Here is a sampling of her quotes:

Mom, bubba speaked to me awfully wudely.

I don't give tea parties to stinky pooty boys.

A*** [named changed] twied to smooch me, but I socked 'im wight in the lip.

When her Papaw commented, "You need to put some meat on those bones, girl,"

Papaw, you know I'm not a vegable, I am a person!

We are studying the life of David in Bible class. After reading 1 Samuel 24 one day, she decided to give her dad a recap of the lesson when he came home from work:

David felt bad because he took Saul's skirt off. [You can guess we used the KJV for class! I hate to hear the version she'll tell in Sunday school class!]

She also is a little, well, how to put this? A deconstuctionist. Literally. For example, the handles on the dresser in her room, the china cabinet, and several cabinets in the kitchen have been mysteriously removed or broken. She broke the toilet seat, the door on the entertainment center cabinet, two lamps, two vases, various picture frames, several blinds, the DVD remote [that happened when she was three--somehow her six year old brother fixed it], multiple computer cds [they weren't too expensive], a tricycle, a tabletop soccer game [her brother fixed that as well], and a few videocassettes. Honestly, it sounds like she does it on purpose, but she doesn't. But she's always so well behaved at church and other places, that people never believe this story.

Somehow, this delightful and very feminine little girl [dressup and tea party and baby dolls are her favoite games] also likes getting things dirty. She enjoys going outside barefoot and pouring water on the red clay dirt to make red clay mud and then squish her toes in it. Water puddles are irresistable to her and her brother. When a friend gave her a case with child's cosmetics [something I disapproved of] she promptly began to exlore her inner artist. On the wall in her bedroom.

One hall in our house is her gallery--but totally against our wishes, of course. There's something about a white wall and a yellow magic marker, though. Thank goodness for those little Arm and Hammer stain sponges! She herself washed away most of the coloring  from the walls.

And older lady at church once told me that girls were a handful--and I thought it would be the boys. But she was right. Must be some sort of genetic Eve-thing, I guess. My Dad and other family tell, "She's just like you were."

This mommy stuff is a lot of work--repetitive and sometimes expensive work--but I wouldn't trade it for anything. One of these old days, I'm going to give her the same line about her daughter. "She's just like you were!"

Or at least that's what feminist  Linda Hirshman tells us.  She's very upset that women are leaving the workplace to be fulltime mothers, and said so with vehemence on ABC's Good Morning America. you can read more about it here.

I've heard this before in public school. Many of the teachers in my high school setting [especially in the language arts departments--what's that all about?] encouraged girls to put off marriage, get a job, have a real career before getting "tied down."  Television, too, hasn't always been kind to the stay at home mom.

Isn't it odd that husbands and children are nearly always portrayed as a hindrance to a woman's career? But if a man says he doesn't want to get "tied down" then he is immature or has "committment issues". Just one more way feminism is illogical.

It may be interesting to note that many of the girls from school that I still see either are full-time mommies or moms with their own businesses and customizable hours to suit their families.

My husband and I agreed before we were married that he would work outside the home and I would concentrate on the home itself. It wasn't a popular decision and many warned us that we wouldn't "get ahead." Others, later, have continued to misunderstand the reasons for this decision. Some said [even fellow church members] that my husband "should let Gin out of the house more."  For the record, comments like that really irk me, and I'm putting it nicely.

I began my journey as a homemaker out of principle and Biblical convictions. But as our children came along, and our married life grows sweeter every passing year, I do this out of love. Fulfillment doesn't come in a paycheck for me. My husband's loving gaze, my children's sudden hugs and shows of affection, and the conviction that this is right based on Titus 2 is fulfilling enough for me.

It hasn't always been easy. When we were first married, we didn't have much. We weren't always happy, then, either. It's hard being different, especially when you're young and selfish and not far along in the faith. But God encouraged us and blessed us. [Two men of God, Rev. White and Rev. Riner, encouraged us tremendously wih thei faithful preaching and gentle words of counsel. They are heroes at our house!]

 I long for the day when my children will "rise up and call [me] blessed; [my] husband also..." [Proverbs 31:28].  It happens everyday in small ways that I treasure and cherish. Most of all, I want to hear my Lord say, "Well done, good and faithful servant " [Matthew 25:23] only to reply "THOU ART WORTHY LORD!"[Rev. 4:11].

Those words are music to a mother's ears. My little girl asked me last night how to be "saved". Her father and I talked very gently with her, because she is so young.

She said, "I want Jesus to forgive me. I want to see Him. I know He is God." I get goose-pimples just typing that! I know some parents who won't talk about things like that and just say, "You're too young to talk about that right now, you've got to be older before you 'get saved'." But her dad and I have a policy to always affirm the children's little steps of faith, while praying they lead to bigger ones.

Her dad is so gifted when he talks to her or her brother about God. We helped her pray, and she was so sincere with her little face all crumpled and eyes tightly shut as she whispered a prayer to Jesus. She woke up this morning and said, "i dreamed about saying those special words to Jesus to get saved!"

Our son did the same thing at a young age. We didn't discourage him when he would say, "I want to get saved." When he would ask, so would we. Everytime this happened, it would be a teaching moment to talk about what the Bible says, what Jesus did for us, and how to respond. Just over a year ago, my little boy gave his heart and life to Jesus and was baptized. And now our sweet little girl is asking.

I don't know what the future holds for my children. I do know that God will watch over them. All the credit for my children being interested and tender so young towards God is directly attributable to His family plan. Our choice as a family to follow what the Bible teaches has blessed us immeasurably.

I vividly remember when my first child was but an infant, when I began  praying about what God wanted me to do with the rest of my life. I had big plans for the day sonny-boy went to school. I just knew God would give me a big job in the church or on the internet!!

Big it was--He just kept bringing me back to what He already made plain for women to do in His word. Be my husband's "help-meet". Be a Godly mother. Be a keeper at home, be sober, chaste, discrete, good, meek, of a quiet spirit. [still struggling with those last four!] Be willing to serve my family as God has already revealed in His word. Specifically, we were "led" to homeschooling. While not commanded in Scripture [as in, "Thou shalt homeschool," or conversely, "Thou shalt not public school"], we knew after prayer and much study that this was the right choice for our family. It certainly wasn't my first or second choice, but it has been a great blessing to our family and now, I concede, to me personally.

More than my children being recpetive to the message of the Gosepl, or my already awesome-husband becoming even more so, I can see definite benefits in my life by our choice to build our home on the Bible's teachings. Being a "keeper at home" and being submissive to my husband were the two most frightening phrases in my vocabulary immediately before and the first year after our wedding. But God has changed my mind. His promises and commands are precious, sure, for our benefit, and bring praise to Him. My life has been forever changed for the better because of two choices--to repent of my sins and accept Jesus as Savior and Lord,  and then to obey Titus 2.

Such choices aren't popular. Have any of you had negative reactions by your choice to be a Titus 2 woman and/or homeschool? What blessings have you received? From Christians? How did God help you to handle it? What verses/stories from the Bible helped you? I'd be interested in your stories--please leave a comment or a link to a specific blog entry that you may want to share.Thanks!

I wasn't too surprised when my just-turned four year old daughter introduced an invisible friend to us all a few months ago. Her name is Jessie--possibly named after an older girl from church.

But today I just found out Jessie's whole name. As I  was folding clothes, my daughter was lying in the floor practicing writing her alphabet. "Jessie, get away from my homework." [Sometimes Jessie is naughty.] After talking about writing my daughter's first name and last name, I casually asked,"What's Jessie's whole name?"

Without missing a beat, my daughter said, "Jessie IronHead Oobleck."  Trying not to laugh in front of her, I took some clothes to my son's room for him to hang up. I told him quietly what his sister said. He laughed. But as I left the room he said something that I just barely caught.

"That's just weird, ain't it SuperBunny?" 

And I'll tell you how I know this.

Last night as I was saying bedtime prayers with my children, mydaughter surprised me.

She said, "Mom, how come you know EVERYTHING?"

I have to admit, even though I said the obligatory, "honey, I don't", I was secretly pleased.

My son said, "Yeah, like how do you know when Sissy's sucking her thumb BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HER HEAD???"

 This went on for a while with questions until finally they started giggling. Then it dawned on me.

"You kids are trying to keep from going to sleep!"  When they heard that they laughed even harder--they knew the "jig was up."

Oh, yeah, my kids are smart. They must have gotten it from their Dad.

This is very disturbing. Best Buy stores are selling a video game  called "25 to Life" where the object of the game is to kill cops and complete drive by shootings.

You can read about it and send an email of protest at the American Family website, http://www.afa.net/petitions/issuedetail.asp?id=188 .

I have some dear friends who have just recently become Christians. Two of their older children were once allowed to play these kinds of video games. They are turning their family life around to honor Christ and it hasn't been easy. The boys, especially, haven't liked having forms of entertainment that once were "ok" being removed from their home.

My friend told me last night what a difference removing these things from the lives of her children had made. At first, there was much resentment and anger. But as they sought to replace these things with Christian oriented entertainments and began to disciple their children, things have begun to change. Anger that once characterized these boys' temperaments is slowly melting away.  One has even given his heart to Christ. Their father is often praying at the altar of our church---and I am always so moved and encouraged by his total dependence on Christ.

I am librarian at our church and am in the process of stocking the shelves with study materials for new Christians. A DVD that exposed the spiritual dangers of Harry Potter and dabblings in witchcraft was one that this dear family checked out--and kept. They watched it, had the children watch it, and lent it to a Pastor friend of theirs. The children promptly--on their own--stopped reading these books.

My friend told me, "You cannot imagine the change in our home just because our children are no longer involved in video games that glorify death and destruction, no television shows or books that feature witchcraft and demons are allowed." She went on to describe a home that was no longer under a dark shadow.

Christ Jesus alone makes this possible. He is THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.  I encourage every person who reads this to sign that petition to urge Best Buy to pull that horrible video game from its shelves.

If you've read this blog recently, you'll know that our family has had a lot of doctor appointments recently. My dear friend, prayer partner, and fellow homeschooling Mommy, Cindy, graciously kept my children and worked on lessons for her three daughters and my son and daughter as well.

Their home is lovely, with a deck with a view to the woods and sloping down to a pond. And her daughters are very sweet. Our children are close in ages and have been friends since birth!

After all these doctor appointments, my children came to me, separately, to tell me something important. This is exactly what they told me.

My daughter:  "Mommy,  I love Cindy and the girls! Everything's pink and there's Princess stuff everywhere! Even in the bathroom!"

My son:  "Mom, I love Cindy and girls. But everything's pink and there's Princess stuff everywhere! Even in the bathroom!"

When I told my friend, she laughed so hard and said her husband had the same reaction. I guess it's all a matter of perspective! LOL!

I know I said the last post was the last post for today, but something came up.

The owner of the "Masterly Inactivity" blog has requested prayer for her daughter, Lillian. She is very small and will be having an MRI done Wednesday, February 16, 2006.

You can read about it HERE.

In Christ, Gin

I have a cappucino maker at home, It's not fancy or expensive, but every now and then I enjoy making my own and making them for company. I like to use different flavorings to add into the cream.

On a recent trip to WalMart, I stopped in my favorite aisle--the coffee aisle. It smells heavenly! I was selecting a bottle of flavoring to use  when my son startled me and everyone else.

"MOM! PLEASE DON"T BUY THAT WINE!!!"

I don't know what those folks thought, but I quickly reasssured him that it was only flavoring! Needless to say, I went with French vanilla instead of the Amaretto or Irish Cream....

My kids loved watching the movie The Incredibles [naturally it was screened and is muted in a few choice places.

One night recently they were busy playing in their room while their Dad and I were watching the news together. We heard the unmistakeable [sp?] sound sof superheroes jumping off the bed. I went to see what was going on.

"Mom!" they shouted. "Look at us! We're doing stunts! We're The Unmentionables!"