"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?
Wouldn't it be great if there was some special place parents could run off to every now and then?
ReplyDeleteThat is too funny.
ReplyDeleteIn my house, I run off with gypsies or threatened to sell him to gypsies.
ReplyDeleteA moment to myself... it's all I want. just a moment.
that's cute!
ReplyDeleteDid 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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