Two naked toddlers bounce on a pulled out futon while singing “I like to move it, move it,” the final dance number for the characters in Madagascar. It’s bedtime, but you couldn’t guess by their excitement.
Ethan and Evelyn are best buds, as Lindsay and myself are, so a recently planned getaway has us all bunking down under one roof for a couple nights.
Butts flap, and giggled “I tooted” fill the air: Let’s be honest, there are more conducive writing environments.
Now I really can’t pay attention because it’s story time, and “Hamsters Make Terrible Roommates” is being read and one of my favorites.
You won’t mind if I bow out early; tending to two toddlers is a two-person job.