We needed to wrap a birthday present for this week's playgroup. The little ones were so stoked to get to help! Gman chanting "Ticky tate! Ticky tate!" (sticky tape) and Princess screaming "I want to do the paper!" As I started up the stairs to get the wrapping paper, they both started to march along behind me like lil' baby ducks. I told them both to just wait there, I'd be right back down with the paper. As I came out of the bedroom, this is how I found them waiting for me:
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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