Tiny Bubbles...

I saw a lot of flying, singing pancakes last night. With wobbley eyes. It’s like if I bought a billion of those pillows, Kevin, instead of just one.

The pancakes sang in English, but the bubbles in my bath went for German. Molly couldn’t hear them, but they were very pretty. The toaster also shot flowers.

I might have draped across someone until they were forced to return a hug at some point. But everyone else was nice about it!