School starts Monday.
Busy busy busy
Chicken with head cut off busy.
Speaking incoherent sentences busy.
Passing out upon hitting pillow busy.
But they're coming on Monday morning.
And I've met them, and they're cute. Very, very cute.
And they're mine. For 180+ days, they're mine.
"And now," said Max, "let the wild rumpus start!"
"Wild rumpus" might just be the best way to describe it, now that I think about it.
ReplyDeleteIt's from one of my favorite children's books, Where the Wild Things Are. I always take a day in October and we read it and have a wild rumpus.
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