Well, well, well. Spring "break" is over. If you need me, I can most likely be found in my closet in the fetal position rocking back and forth sucking my thumb.
Really, now, we had a splendid spring break.
First we went to Africa on a jungle safari (or it could have been the zoo).
Hot tip #743: If you're worried that your child might get lost at a public place, forget those fancy silver ID bracelets, all pertinent information should fit concisely on any child's forearm.
Then there was the "Culinary Institute for Really, Really, Serious Bakers". We baked for hours in this little wonder, or at least until our hopes and dreams got dashed when the cakes looked more like parakeet droppings than the cake photos. A hex on Madison Avenue.
If you must know, the raw egg wrapped in the diapers survived the fall off the second story balcony! But this was our third try--two previously failed missions (wrapped in paper towels, another in cotton balls) almost had us aborting the research altogether. Way to persevere, kids!
Not all was primroses. Pumpernickel was cited for testing my acrylic paints on her clothing and table, and she had to serve a little time upstate, if you know what I mean. Not the most exciting world adventure for her, indeed.
Alas, my stack of "must-read" books remained unopened on the nightstand. I suppose there's always summer "break."