Oh, who are those precious little peas helping Mommy water the flowers?
No. Don't buy the act.
They are professionals and they are lethal.
They are merely posing as gardeners
in order to have a clandestine meeting to plot my demise.
We did not get to sleep until 3:30 am last night.
THREE THIRTY A. M. !
They decided to have a little room party after Emmy's
ever reliable midnight potty break.
THREE THIRTY A.M.
I am delusional with fatigue and have devised a plan of action.
We are having an all carb dinner covered in saturated fat in hopes of putting them
into some sort of hyper-sleep that lasts until they graduate high school.
(clearly I have been subject to Drew's viewing of Aliens recently).
Pasta with browned butter sauce and bruschetta.
If I had a whole turkey on hand I'd roast that sucker simply for the
Tryptophan.
If this plan doesn't work, I've been looking into one of those
tranquilizer darts they use on rogue crocodiles at the zoo.
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