This ain’t no haiku, y’all

Ack.
Friend in town for one night only.
Drinks.
Babysitter.
Parents who get buzzed on two beers and whose normal adult social skills have atrophied after 16 months of conversations consisting of “Ba ba. Moo moo. Dada. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Ba ba.”
NaBloPoMo.
Gratuitous cuteness, courtesy of Sister #1:

A bird! A plane! Or, more likely, his Mama, a lovie, or some food. [Update: Sister #1 is right–see her comment–it was the swings. The swings that 3B never tired of, the swings that gave us all swinger’s elbow, the swings that inspired the title of our next video short: 3B swings eternally.]
Oh, we aren’t taking our shoes off and making ourselves comfortable on BART? Are you sure?

Tomorrow:
More coherence,
and vindictive tagging of the deserving with this infernal meme.
Good night, Gracie.

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  • I believe it was swings at the end of the finger that time. Or a wall to walk of the end of.