Crawling into bed last night, Daughter got comfortable, looked at me before putting her night shade on, and said, "What are we going to do tomorrow?"
If the thought of that question didn't strike a mixture of fear and annoyance into you, that means in addition to it being my child doing the asking, you...
...didn't spend a couple of hours cleaning and tidying the house in the morning;
...didn't throw a "First Day of Summer Vacation" party at your house;
...didn't have as many as 18 kids in and around your house;
...didn't have as many as 14 kids, all under the age of 12, swimming in your pool;
...didn't have that same number of kids jumping on the trampoline when they weren't in the tree house or the pop-up camper;
...didn't have brownies and watermelon and pizza and Goldfish and Pirate Booty and drinks of various hard-to-clean colors being munched, drunk and dumped by said kids;
...didn't have a house emptied of extra children until after 4 p.m.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?"
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