my kid is working me. he just leaned over and whispered, "i love you." that's after i chased him off the couch for the third time

*sighs*

porta plurked to the living room to watch the ambassador play with the age-inappropriate toy his godfather sent him.

that the socks NEVER match up completely

that The Ambassador can already say plurk.

that she can fold laundry AND plurk at the same time.

wonders how long we will all continue to plurk about plurk.

that the kid has gone silent in the other room... that can only mean bad things are happening.

hungry and is heading off to make breakfast. Everyone stay still until I return.

Huck was wrong and mornings here aren't all that exciting.