We found a white crayon in our grated parmesan cheese at dinner tonight.
The princess Olivia has gotten in touch with her macho side. The past few days have been spent sword fighting, light sabre dueling, and killing bad guys. She says she is a super hero, and for the time being has traded in her princess dresses for pants with pockets. She likes that she can slip her sword down into the pocket.
I am da MomBomb. I single-handedly figured out how to get the new computer to talk to the old printer, thereby saving the homework day for Alisa and Duncan. And then, I installed a new toilet seat.
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