Listening to: Kate Bush, The Whole Story
My short week which means, X gets the wee ones four days and I get an extra day to rehabilitate the war zone that is this house.
Zeke was dropped off in his Superman shirt, day three of the shirt he refuses to take off. X scowled at me, "This shirt is filthy," she hissed.
He refuses to take it off, I told her, absolutely won't give it up. He insists he's Superman and if you take off his shirt, he'll lose his "powers". My delussional 29-month old son.