After a long day watercolor painting, block building, and snacking, the Little Man about the place crashed hard on the couch and was fast asleep by dinner time. Sweet, somewhat smitten by the halo that appears every time he is unconscious: “Oh look, he’s fallen asleep.” Mrs Pickwick replied that she thought school was probably wearing him out. “But he just loves school!” Sweet countered.

Mrs P: “Well, sometimes you can really love something but it still wears you out…it is called parenting.” Mrs P snickered to herself. It is such a delicious luxury to use just the smallest smattering of snark over the heads of the oblivious blessings.

Feisty: “Yeah, that’s for sure. Your parenting does wear me out.”

And that, my dear readers, pretty well sums up why the Pickwicks are now card-carrying members of the PTA.