Seriously. There are three thirteen year old boys in my house right now.
In theory they're working on their science project. Their teacher is doing something really cool. He's broken up the class up into small groups, given them a topic and they're going to teach the rest of their class for a week. I love this assignment - I think it's brilliant. These guys have chosen the skeletal and muscular systems and have been working hard - but now they're pestering me for pizza, pop and a guitar hero break. As long as I don't have to hear "Rock You Like a Hurricane," we're all good.
Off to feed the masses and then back to the WIP.