After coming home from an excellent dinner at Hula’s Mongolian Barbeque, the kids were milling around the front door, waiting for me to get my keys out and unlock the door.

As I’m pulling out my keys, my middle son tries the door knob and then rings the doorbell. He turns to me with the most serious look on his face and says:

“There’s no meeples.”

DH and I nearly fell over laughing. So, I responded:

“Yes, dear. That’s because all the meeples are out here.”

He smiled and said: “Meeples home!”

And so we were.

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