Anywho, all this sharking, and the fact that we are hosting Awkward Dad's Mom this week, means that it is busy central around here. Thus, I am post-low. Not adventure-low; those we are having daily. Just yesterday, we went to Sears to get the tires on our car fixed and I had to pull Super K. out of a tire display. Actually pull him out; he was nestled in 4 stacked tires and looked like he was gonna hang out for the night. Today, I am going to attempt the children's museum at 4 pm, known to parents of small children the world over as the "witching hour." I know someone who refers to it as the "arsenic hour," which I never really understood. Do you want to poison the children? Or yourself? Because, come 4 pm, I could see a case for either.
But sitting here gabbing to you guys isn't exactly sharking, so off I swim. I'll be back soon, hopefully with tales and not arsenic. See ya on the fin side!
No amount of sharking,
or actual sharks,
can get Super Preschooler out of bed in the morning.