I got home from work, and there were two teenagers in my front hall. One belonged to me.
The door opened, two more teenagers flew in, one out of breath and the other flushed in the face. Before I could ask why everyone was there, the bell rang, door opened wide and a 5th kid walked in.
Shoes were tossed from feet, big kids tumbling down my hall, and lots of chatter in a tone that is only understood by teenagers. Sort of mumbling, sort of half sentences, a laugh, a shove, and they are all in the kitchen.
My big one (girl) passes out brownies to each kid (all boys, all big), and smiles appear.
As I start to ask how they knew there were brownies warm from the oven, I realized my big one had texted to the neighbourhood the brownies were ready.
As quickly as they appeared they were gone (the brownies and the kids). Life for 16-year-old boys who have a friend who bakes and shares is truly wonderful.