While the oldest is spending three weeks at her first for-real summer ballet program, the boys and I are spending our days doing, you know, boy stuff.
Like executing a full snail massacre inside a gatorade bottle.
He is convinced they are soundly sleeping.
Pictures would be wrong.
Today I am just plain worn out.
But that doesn't mean they are.
I guess my never-ending-smile-please-no-not-like-that!-just-one-more-I-swear is rubbing off.
We should probably leave for the pool before something gets broken.
Have a great weekend!
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