Thursday, June 5, 2025

What we did was

   use broom handles to pass the stolen evidence markers over the train tracks.

  One kid woke up and groggily asked, "Are we surrwendering?" 

  So another woke up too.  "What are those?" 

  "Unicorns!!" The small window shade was pulled down.

  Some of the sheets and cones weren't appropriate outfits.


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