Cruising around the city.
Hotter than bejesus.
So hot the third baseman's Melton.
Long day of nannying.
The kids either wrestling and pinning each other.
Pinning and biting each other.
Or biting and wrestling each other.
Sliming us with their candy-coated-apple-juice-I-just-caught-a-frog paws.
(we admit this doesn't actually bother us. but we are painting a story right now!)
We slide Daft Punk in the player.
Kids start showin' off their best dance moves.
We dance too.
They start singing 'Around the World.'
We sing too.
They say turn it up! Turn it up!
We do.
Blastin' the a/c.
Dancin' and singin' to our French robots.
And that is all we need.
Yep.
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