Don’t want to cook, not happy, I see the sun outside and it means nothing to me.
One of the great things about 2:20pm is, school’s out.
“Mom, don’t you just love spiderman?” “I do.” “Why?” “I like his suit.” “What about how he goes like this?” (pose) “Yea, I like that.” “Do you love it?” “I do.” “What does Spiderman eat?” “Pizza.” “Are you sure about that?” “Yea, I am.” “Can we get pizza?” “We can get pizza.”
“YEA!!! I love you, Mom.”
Sorted.