At the end of each work day I hang out at The Mayor and Rooster's daycare for a little while.
Sudden transitions are not popular with The Mayor.
We take our time.
The other day I waited for him as he wrapped up the "Mr. Potato head has 4,000 sets of teeth" activity he invented.
I absent-mindedly watched The Rooster smash graham crackers on the play table. (Is that wrong of me?)
Other mom's were arriving to pick up their kids.
Jack's blonde and athletic mom arrived fresh from a jog wearing lycra running tights.
The Mayor dropped Mr. Potato Head (and all his teeth) on the floor, ran to her, smacked her on the ass and yelled,
Early womanizing. The joys.
(Who is Dana?)