Sprout will soon be on his way home and back to my lovin' arms. I've been cleaning the house all weekend, as if he doesn't know what this house normally looks like. As I wait, here's an interesting little tidbit from the Little General's mouth this weekend:
LITTLE GENERAL (as she follows Pedro down the street): Where we goin'?
PEDRO (always annoyed by the General): We're going crazy.
LITTLE GENERAL: Wait! I don't have my shoes on.
(The child ain't right.)