One last winter vacation morning to relax, regroup, recharge. They just fly by, these breaks; never long enough for all the doing, and all the NOT doing, that we have planned.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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Yes... the NOT doing. Oh dear, I hate to give that up.
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