And now dear friends, as you lay your heads on your pillow and dream of how short the actual sleep really might be, I will leave you with the dark room rhetoric of a fit-throwing two-year old and his wisened older brother:
Josh *taking an egalitarian tone*: “Don’t worry Sam, one day you’ll be my best friend. But not today. Maybe on Saturday.”
The benevolent despot has spoken. Sleep well my friends, for Saturday is coming.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
