The Lovelies are bouncing around upstairs. Like…super bouncing. I think they’re trying to see how loud they can be. The beauty of it all is they seem to be having barrels of fun. I’ve never heard them laugh so much so consistently.
Slam. Laugh. Slam. Laugh. Laugh laugh laughter hilarity. Slam.
I don’t even want to know what they are doing. Probably dismantling the furniture and hitting each across their heads with pointy splinty pieces of wood…like a cartoon. You know, how in a cartoon all that happens is you grow a little mountain on your head and birdies fly around your head. That’s what’s happening up there. Some cartoon shit.
Cartoons. The cartoons that my kids like suck.