It's hard to blog when your teen keeps talking at you.
And it's about a concept you don't really understand.
And really, he should be in bed already, but it's summer and how hard do we care to push this?
And really, I should be in bed, too, so hypocrisy much?
The other difficulty is that I have too much Shel Silverstein in my head.
Not that you can really have too much Shel Silvertein, right up until your mental server crashes.
"I'd rather play at the musn'ts take the garbage out."
"One sister bite the whole ..."
I really can't escape.
There are children at home and at work.
Silverstein books, too.