Gotta Go
Last night we went to my stepson’s Christmas performance. It was great, but it’s just funny how every year it seems to get longer and longer. More songs, more lines, more prayers, more messages. Squid was loving it, rocking out to all the music. Then, as the night progressed and it started getting a little monotonous, Squid leaned back on me and uttered, “Ga-go.” I took that to mean, “Gotta go.”
“I hear you, baby.”
It finally wrapped up around 9 pm. Now the race is on. I have 4 days to finish knitting, sewing, wrapping and buying.
Scary.
