My boys may be coming down with some very terrible illness. Either that, or I have to go buy a lottery ticket. My day was SPOOKY!
Carter had therapy which he loves.
Connor and I went to the gym where I actually RAN (yes, ran, people) on the treadmill.
Boys listened intently as I read a short story by Langston Hughes and then intelligently discussed Harlem Renaissiance.
Boys played nicely together.
But the kicker here???? They each asked for and DEVOURED 3 helpings of cauliflower mash potatoes which I can only kindly describe as white barf. Don’t let Bob & Jillian (Biggest Loser) lie to you. They DO NOT taste just like mashed potatoes.
So, should I call the CDC and report this strange illness? or go buy a lottery ticket?