Hazel was waving her arms in the air shouting, (in a Bronx brogue) "You people are driving me wacko!"
Lucy was born without sit bones. She can't even plop herself down long enough to flip through a Dr. Suess board book. (By the way, this is one of my favorite books to read to them).
It is midnight at the M home. Now that they are all holding perfectly still, I'm sitting here drinking gatorade-still awake (and still recovering and rehydrating after my all night taco-tossing) and Craig is at work. We ARE wacko, or, at the least, a little mixed up. Goodnight.