So much bloody laundry.   + muddy.

Part of me thinks we crazy.

Part of me thinks amazing.

Part of we not sure.

Driving along with #2-  just fine-    & then out of no/every-where she starts pointing and saying “bad guy-  bad guy out there.”  He lurked outside the  window I guess trying to bust in. The window was closed tight but he stuck with us wherever we turned and when a red light left us vulnerable he climbed inside the vehicle.  I could tell we were dealing with a dark and determined bad guy.  Things progressed from play to what seemed like real fear. She was becoming increasingly serious about this bad guy thing.  It was getting weird and she said “I’m scared” so I punched the bad guy, hard.  Then so did she.  It kind of worked but he was still around.   With my non-driving hand I uppercut that bad guy and for a moment    connected.  The blow calmed her young mind anyway or moved it on to something else, but I was still worked up and wondering.

My daughter turned her head away from the window and said some stuff I didn’t understand. Then I said some stuff she didn’t understand.  Somehow we understood each other.

Merry Everything.

No  or  guess not much offense    you/me –>

Kids are cool right now.

Adults are not.

None/some taken.

Like it’s OK to play Monster Mash at a Halloween party.  Quit worrying about if it’s cliché –> worrying about if something is cliché has become cliché.