Seriously?

We took the girls away to Toronto for a mini-adventure. A hot, humid adventure.

Highlights included taking the subway, and seeing a mummy at the ROM. We also had dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory and I took the girls on a little tour, showing them the exact spot where the customer was sitting when I dumped a steak and spag in his lap.

We then had a leisurely trip home, stopping at IKEA in Burlington, and then going to this REALLY cool toy store in Stratford called Family & Friends? Friends & Family? Something like that.  So, we left at 10 am yesterday, and walked in the door @ 5 pm today.

First of all, as soon as we opened the door to the house, a fly flew in. Then I went to the front door to bring in the mail, and ANOTHER fly flew in. Were they anxiously waiting there the whole time for our return?

Then we finished hauling everything in and collapsed on the couch. Literally within 10 seconds K said, "I'm bored."

Seriously??