So you know where to find my latest tales
(autobiographical but fictionally finessed),
I'm going to schedule them for Tuesdays
(posting Monday night!).
Stop by otherwise, for this and that and the other thing.
"Mommy, I don't know what to dooo," Kenny whined wistfully, gazing out the window, threatening to lick it, as he might doooooo out of sheer boredom.
He'd already mixed and remixed colored water with toothpaste in his test tubes; blown up balloons only to deflate them; glued cotton balls together; knotted yarn into a messy web for Spiderman; scotch-taped plastic-wrap "ghosts" to the windows; and stuck hot chocolate marshmallows to his face: