Those Murdering Teenagers!

Tory finally turned 13 on November 28th. We had her friend Carter over (just a friend) and we all went to Jack Astors for supper and then came back to the house for a Dairy Queen Cake.

The first summer after we moved into our house, Tory would come back to our house with stories of the teenagers loitering on our street. The teenagers would just walk by casually, but the imaginations of Tory and her friends were in overdrive. I'm not even sure how the joke came about but we've been joking about the murdering teenagers ever since.