A modern day version of Lot's Wife

    As a champaign colored suburban pulled up to the curb where I had been waiting, a smile came to my lips. My hunny was driving. He had just accompanied my two boys to the school carnival. I had just finished attending a lecture. Immediately upon opening the door a chorus of pleading, not to look at them, came from my boys in the back seat. I looked over to my man with a questioning look, he said with a smirk "Don't look back at the boys."
    "Okay, I won't look back, I'm not looking back." I said with a chuckle. They must have a surprise for me.
After driving a few blocks in the dark of the night my youngest son spoke in a low ominous voice "Mom, don't look back or you will be doomed." His exact words no lie. He is super dramatic. The word doomed hung in the air until we reached the parking lot of Famous Dave's BBQ. With fear of turning into a pilar of salt, I stepped from the rig with hands over my eyes, I announced "My eyes are closed, but may I look now?"
    "Yes, look at us, open your eyes, look at us." they yelled. They were so pleased with themselves. One had his hair dyed green and wore the face of The Joker with the help of face paint, while the other had his hair dyed red and sported an alien face oozing blood. What I was not to look back at was the apparent devastation of their appearances. I'm glad I had not looked back. That night I was grateful to be able to look across the table at their crazy hair and BBQ faces.