I really do have to clean. I mean, I really REALLY have to clean. My house, which was so adorably spic and span on Saturday night, has fallen victim to the weekly Sabbath nightmare of mess. It was a particular hard fall this time.
K.J. wanted to go on Webkin's World first, though. He got his first Webkin for Valentine's Day, and it has happily been driving me crazy ever since. First, though, I had to check my blog in case anyone had posted. He sat beside me in disgust. These are the words that came out of his mouth:
"Mom. Checking your blog is like kangaroos. It's like a whole bunch of kangaroos -- DEAD."
Let's all go ahead and think about that one for a moment. I don't exactly know what it means. But I'm pretty sure it's bad. Very, very bad.