Why they gotta be like that?
The children went out after lunch to bury yet another sacrificial bunny, and when I looked out they were burying each other. Operating under the tribal moniker, “The Naked Whites.” This would have been less of a concern if it wasn’t directly after I had given them all baths.
Kind of like this morning, when I mopped the floor in the hearth room and two seconds later Jehu casually spills a whole cup of milk.
Frankly, I was not surprised.
In the end, I just went back inside.