Alright you two, that’s enough!
Time to come in for lunch!
Those kids of mine, I swear. They can find joy in the simplest things, you know? I mean, it’s just a simple puddle. What’s the big deal? But they’ve been out there for hours jumping around, stooping down to look at these little things floating in the water, then jumping around some more.
It’s like they’re mesmerized. I mean, god forbid they sit still for a car ride or behave in line at the store, but give them a little rain storm and they’re happy as pigs in…well, in a puddle. Pigs in a puddle.
What? That’s a saying. I’m sure of it.
I just wish they were always so agreeable. Like maybe there’s some secret to what makes puddle hopping so much fun, you know? I even asked them why they liked it so much but all they would say is “The screams, mama. The tiny, helpless screams of the doomed.” I was like, “what does that even mean,” you know?
Such imagination, those kids of mine.
Wear this shirt: Under your slicker, unless you want to be that person in the office all covered in rain drop marks.
Don’t wear this shirt: On an airplane. The lady next to you is flying for the first time and anything remotely destructive is going to freak her out.
This shirt tells the world: “Sure, we’re all gonna die. But it’s kind of adorable if you think about it my way.”
We call this color: Mega Tsugrassi
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