nuff said

They have Whoopie Cushions (which the twins call "Whooshie Cushies"). And I'm sorry that my finger is over the microphone, but I'm sure you get the idea.

I sent them around three of the condos to collect "Lawn Maintenance" picks that would otherwise blow away and turn into litter, with the instruction to hold hands crossing the parking lot. Aren't they dear? My heart is full for the small men for whom I'm privileged to be auntie and mother.