I had this time with the Pixies last week.

There were batteries perpetrated of course.

Precious pinched her middle sister in the arm

Daddy said::

TIME OUT UNDER THE TREE

But Daddy, she started  it.

NO SHE DID NOT START IT, I SAW IT, TIME OUT UNDER THE TREE.

Most of the time was peaceful of course.

We were at the park.

Jolee had an incident. She fell and scraped her knee.

Daddy made it all okay.

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Daddy stayed with me that night, later on.

Can you imagine, my son still wishes to watch the Twins with me?

Anyway, later, Mommy and the pixies arrive to pick up my son.

And there are the pixies all belted in the van.

Mommy gives me farm fresh eggs and farm tomatoes. 

These fresh farm eggs and tomatoes do not taste like the stuff at the local mart.

No small thing by the by.

These things taste differently.

I bow into the van and say good bye to the pixies.

The baby has a farm toy in her little hands.

hahahahaha

Precious, the oldest at 6 has her 'screen'.

But Jolee has her little doll.

The doll gets to me.

I mean it is old.

It is ceramic in nature.

This doll has these clothes. The clothes one might see in old books.

A hundred years ago?

But the doll is Black.

This hit me.

Oh Richard, this is nothing.

No, this is not nothing.

This is something.

All these terrible things happening.

All this internet crap.

Things might be better than I thought.

the end