I should have known that a day that started with the ghost elimination trail would just be a weird day.

Evan informed me that he is going stark raving mud. Obviously I said “What?!” to which he answered “Stark! Raving! MUD, Mom!”

Later I went to lie down and close my eyes for a few minutes, at which point my child decided to bury me under laundry and stuff. It was dark and quiet and peaceful in there, while I knew exactly where Evan was, and that he was safe and being entertained. What do you know? We have invented the PERFECT game! I let him use the camera, which NEVER happens so he could take a photo of his handiwork (can you find my hand sticking out?), and another random photo while he was trying to figure the thing out.