Paco, the roof dog, and reasons why you don’t leave boys alone

One of the joys of being able to work from home is that you are there when the kids have a day off from school. They can plan a huge sleepover and then everyone is entertained the next morning while you work. The only thing that throws a hitch into your golden plan is the unexpected appointment that you have to run out to for work. No big deal you think. The boys are teens now and can babysit the others. I’ll only be gone for an hour. What could happen? (You see where this is heading right?)

I’ve learned as a mom that one or two boys together isn’t that bad to leave alone but four boys is testosterone overload and something really impulsive is going to happen. I learned this the hard way pulling onto our street and seeing my son and his friend on the roof of the house, who then saw me and started to run back to the open window. Immediately, I was infuriated and so was Andy, who happened to be pulling into the driveway at the exact same time.

Now you all know how kids deny everything so initially we got the normal, “I don’t know why Jack and Evan were on the roof.” Or, “I didn’t see anything.”  This was from the little sisters, which does encourage me for future team building experiences knowing they’ll protect each other. However, until we’re fighting rebel wars in the woods against Russians and need someone to provide cover, truth telling is still a requirement in our house.

I sent every boy home who didn’t have the last name of Pigott and then proceeded to interrogate each one of my rebels. One of the non-Pigott girls who also slept over had no problem ratting out everyone who wasn’t her sibling so this is the story that unfolded.

Four neighborhood boys were walking their little terrier dog, Paco. They stopped at our house and our boys forgot the rule of not letting others in while the parents were away. So, now I had eight boys in my house. Can you feel the testosterone of bad decisions simmering to a boil now? It was unusually hot this February day and someone decided it was a good idea to open a window. This window was above a small bookshelf and our screened in porch. Perfect for a small dog to jump up on and then out onto the roof. One of the boys was very worried about Paco so several of the boys decided to go out and rescue him. That began as what is now known as “the great roof dog chase” until Paco was back inside safe and sound. Shortly thereafter, I believe the other neighborhood boys felt the Pigott household was full of danger and quickly left.

This all happened in one hour. When Andy and I returned home, we were witnessing the dare devil young men who were still reeling from the effects of roof time and needing to experience more adrenaline rushes. Thinking back on this experience, I can only imagine the people who drove down our street and saw three boys chasing a dog on our roof. Someone must have thought this was a typical day for us because the police never got a call.  So the lesson in all of this is that boys truly will be boys, which is impulsive and daring and the more boys together only increases the chance that they will be impulsive and daring. This is why so many of our husbands’ hilarious stories started off with one of his buddies saying, “Hey, watch this…”

What types of adrenaline rushes have your kids given you?