and I was like ROFL

like, literally.

Grandparents (my out laws) were here for dinner. The children (not the biggest!) thought it utterly hilarious to crawl under the chairs...round and round the table. I don't think they've done that for about four or five years. They thought it was great. We didn't. But, well, I got a blip out of it on an otherwise blip-poor day.

Luckily neither of them were PTSL

(it's nice when she's happy, she hasn't been for days. She's been doing the negative version of this: ROFS. I guess she's just an anarchist like her mami)