It's 9:15pm on a chilly, rainy day. My husband and two eldest children are not yet home from a trip to an amusement park in Williamsburg, a two hours drive from here.
Phill loves taking the girls to Busch Gardens no matter the weather. The delight of the girls at the rides and sights infects him with joy that lasts for weeks. He discovered the park would be open and that as Virginia residents we could get a relatively cheap season's pass. So, despite the forecast of gloomy weather, he took the girls.
They will either be wet, limp rats exhausted from the day when they arrive. Or, they will be so hyper that only a shot of Benadryl will allow them sleep. Not that I'm going to give them Benadryl. I'll just listen to the tales until they yawn one last time before sleep descends upon their heads.
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