Taco Twosday

Red beans on Mondays and Friday is for fish.

On Wednesdays, we wear pink and Sundays are for rest.

Saturday’s a goner, and Thursdays is a drag.

Tuesdays are for tacos that Sunday already had.

My sun likes chicken chunks, with cheesy Mac and broccoli.

He pulled out all the Tupperware, and I chose not to stop him.

My kitchen is spotless, but my living room’s a mess.

And every single weekend, we choose to take a nap.

When we awake again, it’s almost like routine.

Imagine spending days with a two year old tyrant king.