Three seats, three and a half people. The kid’s adorable. He climbs, he says “mommy” in a high pitch scream, and he has a little gas. (I’m such a bitch.) There are also two little girls screaming in front of me. I’m not exaggerating. I’m really not.
Yeah. I’m in for it.
In other news, my brother is cat sitting. He already lost the keys tew my home. Good thing my friends all have copies. This is why I have OCD.