A piece of construction paper, some crayons, and in a few minutes, we were hunting for treasure.
A cat! A hat! A kaboodle! Nope! It’s just me…scribbling…on my son’s Magna-doodle!
Okay, so this is not so wordless this time. It requires backstory.
We were watching Sesame Street on Netflix recently and had to pause it for bath time. I suddenly noticed the odd moment at which we happened to pause, and started laughing at the moment it paused.
My theory – Leela finally got sick of living on a street with Monsters and Muppets popping out of garbage cans, yelling at her, and eating all her cookies. The girl just finally lost it. We all have a breaking point.
“I am sick of living on a street with monsters that pop out of garbage cans or eat all my cookies!”
