Coming home from the Costume Parade (no pictures, sorry) on Saturday, the kids were a bit hyped up.
Mr warillever ran into the store for a few things, leaving me in the car with two children on a sugar high. They were screeching, poking each other, and otherwise driving me crazy. I suggested that we sing a song.
Agent 002 opened his mouth, and an angelic 6-year old soprano pronounced:
Oh most holy twinity