The family circus continues and I don't have a playbill to follow....

Step right up and see which circus monkey is going wild.  My husband, the ringmaster and me, his trusted assistant, are constantly battling against mutiny with the animals.  Bobo the chimp has currently sprung from his cage.

Three rings - three sons.  Holy cow.  The youngest turns into a teenager in a few weeks and I've been bracing for impact since the middle one hit the hormone highway.  Each bend in the road is met with either a shower of tears or hysterical laughter.  There seems to be no middle ground.

I can't run away and join the circus - I'm already a part of it.

Just thought  I'd share my thought of the day