The Mob

I think my kids have a secrete meeting prior to bedtime. I believe this meeting is to make sure they have a full understanding of who's turn it is to puke, chit or croup. I don't think they meet every night. Only nights I look like I could use a good nights rest. I picture them the following morning, after one of the extra wild escapades during the nite, walking past each other and nodding as if to say "good job my brother". Then later, when I drift off to sleep on the Camode, they meet again in the kitchen and eat as much fudge pops, yoohoos, and little Debbie's as they can before I tilt over, bang my head on the bathroom wall and knock myself awake.

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