a day that starts with
the Potato crawling into bed at 4:45 a.m., howling that his legs hurt (from growing pains) and he can’t sleep, then involves the Bee stumbling into my room dripping blood from a nosebleed that filled our sink with beer blood, and culminated with landisdad being too sick to go to work has to get better.
Right?
Bumblebee Sweet Potato 