"Where's Mom?" child unit three cries out two rooms away.
"She's gone" replies The Huz looking at me as I put my head on the table. (So much for a quiet post-dinner chat.)
"Where'd she go?" whines CU3.
"She's run away to join the circus" The Huz replies.
"Can I go too?" is the nasal-based question from CU3.
"Sure."
"But I don't know how to go there."
um, that's the point isn't it?
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Wouldn't it be great if there was some special place parents could run off to every now and then?
That is too funny.
In my house, I run off with gypsies or threatened to sell him to gypsies.
A moment to myself... it's all I want. just a moment.
that's cute!
Did you actually run away and join the circus? I know it's only been a week since your last post, but come on! I'm having Mongo withdrawl.
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