PIXIE STICKS AND CHINESE FIRE DRILLS

aunt sandy and uncle mike are taking the girls this saturday.. taking them to the zoo, taking them to outerspace.. i don't care. all i know is they offered and i accepted. if the homeless can man from the supermarket offered to take the girls off my hands for just an hour, i might consider it. a baby free day for bc3 and i, to sleep!! who would've thunk it. such a luxury these delirious, dream deprived days.

so, IF lily and pearl could talk.. this is what the conversation would sound like..saturday night, after they got back from their day with aunt sandy and uncle mike....

"mama, mama, mama... we ate pixie sticks"
"dada, dada... look at my lolipop! it's bigger than pearlies head!"
"i threw up!"
"the gum stuck to my hair, she tried peanut butter but it didn't work.."
"then she said fuck it.. get me the scissors..."
"what does that mean mommy?"
"we ran around for hours.."
"i think i have diaper rash!"
"dada, what's a douche bag?"
"we played ring and run."
"and we had a chinese fire drill."
"we lost pearlie at the mall!"
"i cried when the police man came for me!"
"but then we went back to get her.."
"aunt sandy told them not to call children's services."

"we love aunt sandy and uncle mike!!"