There are moments when Mari and I consider sending the kids to spend the summer with their grandparents. There are moments when the kids are shoving, stealing toys, laughing at the other's pain and frustration, and/or purposely trying to make the other cry about something (usually something stupid and imaginary). Then, there are moments like this, that I revel in the burst of joy provided through two creatures joined to me by magic: the condensation of love.
"Mama, come here, Nala's a magician!"
I'm going to turn Kaio into a
There might be something else condensing besides love.
Maybe some silliness too.