Some evenings you simply have too much to do.
Some evenings The Munchkins are whining the minute you cross the threshold of the front door.
Some evenings you have .no.freaking.clue. what you're going to fix for dinner.
On days like these we completely abandon our responsibilities in favor of our collective sanity.
We have bowls of cereal and glasses of Koolaid for dinner.
We walk to the park.
We climb trees.
We take out our frustrations on swings and slides and running paths at Highland Park.
Some evenings, the only thing that saves us is our ability to play.
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