Sometimes when my head gets hot,really hot that I fear it might explode,I just hide inside the closet (abi wardrobe) and pretend to have my chronicles of Narnia moments.
It is never as easy keeping up with my "plenty kids", especially the one who wants to have a birthday party everyday of the week ,or the one who is hell bent on writing a thesis on why Cinderella's Stepmom was wicked. What about the ones obsessed with doing a remix of the song " man is not hot"?the stifling screeches of the "skrrahh- pap pap kat ka-ka-ka skidiki pap skrrahh-"will torment the living day out of you.
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