I chose to not get whiplash but my kids had a blast on the tube.
Okay. I'll admit to one run.
Makayla just wandered upstairs and found me reading on the sofa, pants discarded, as usual. She laughed at me. I laughed at her. Then I realized that Makayla Jensen is not my daughter. Go home, Makayla! I'm not putting my pants back on just because you are here!There are now two camps. People who agree with me and people who have absolutely no idea why anybody would discard pants upon entering home.