while i was doing morning business in the bathroom, it turns out that dora's twin siblings magically rolled off in their strollers. and i thought i won another bad mother of the year award for forgetting to shut the low-lying living room window while oliver was on the loose even after brian told me his coworker's story of his college-aged brother falling out his dorm window over the weekend and landing on his face three stories below. and even after eric clapton's son went straight out an open window.
when i came out, she said: "the babies are rolling to the farm." i'm pretty sure i'm going to have nightmares tonight.