Tomorrow it's back in the car with the kids for the long trip home. Here's my homebaked sonnet anticipating all the fun we're going to have.
From our own creatures we desire silence
That thereby Mommy's gasket might not blow,
And she herself will not resort to violence,
While her satanic spawn do objects throw.
Ah, for the days when kids sat in the "way back"
And parents could smoke guilt-free in the car;
Seat belts? What are those? Just move your self back
When your sister gives you noogies on the arm.
Alas, no DVDs in my car play,
And I'm too cheap to buy a second DS.
I hold out hope that this will be the day
That they will share (but I know that that's BS).
I wonder how the Ingalls family made it
With one old corn husk doll and half a tater?
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