roar.

this morning at 8:30am i dropped my darling almost-but-not-quite-three-year-old off at summer camp.

at 5:30pm i went in to pick up said darling and was instead absolutely pummeled over by what marcus himself deemed: "a small tiger".

have you ever? my 'small tiger' growled and prowled through our digs as if it were the depths of the jungle instead of the depths of winston churchill meadows.

and his mother? well, after he told me i could play the 'big tiger' [gee, thanks m] we may or may not have passed the evening hiding behind corners and pouncing on each other ;)

work hard play hard right?

have a great weekend tigers :)

-kare + m
xo