This is what bed time at my house looks like except the little monster would be hanging from the curtains or launching himself off the top bunk of his bed.
And, sadly, I do not own a nightgown with ampersands on it.
Even I don’t know where I go when I’m gone.
Yes, this is the kind of day I had. Now go away.
Such a heart-breaking scene.
Imagine going out to your garden and being able to pick and eat fresh, organic X. I wonder if it grows in my zone.
I don’t know which one I like best.