When I got home late, late tonight Scarlet had just awoken to go the the bathroom. She was her usual chipper and talkative self and thought it was quite fun to embrace and have a little chat in the night. Before I tucked her back in, she said "I have a poem for you (and she looked around to quickly gather material for her off-the-cuff performance):
Night, night,
You are not so bright,
Room, room,
You need a broom,
I'll see ya tomorrow,
Ho ho.
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O is doing a decent job of keeping up with the housework and such through all of my double-duty work madness. It's just that I am dying to get on my hands and knees and really do a thorough spring cleaning. But there's just no time to give in to my natural cleaning desires...this saddens a dust-phob like myself. Take it from our poetess--Room, you do need a broom.
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