Forward, Laller Laller Laller.
The crazies are running the asylum around here. I've been in a state of major overstimulation since 7 am, and I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.
I know. I'll flap my hands and make whooping noises. Yes, that seems to be the 'cool' thing to do around here, judging from what my three kids are doing right outside the window.
You know our neighbors love us.