the kids made me shit. the three older kids made me potholders (MonkeyBeef got as far as picking up one of the cloth loops, putting it on the loom, and then demanding angry birds to shoot with his improvised slingshot.) and the three younger boys made me strawberry-scented soaps shaped like cupcakes (EvilGremlin got as far as the same room as the soap-making and threatened to barf from the smell.)
awwwwwww. i’m feeling the love. and smelling it!
