At the end of the school year, there was a big bowl in the car, put there to catch vomit, should C4 vomit on the way to the hospital (concussion incident).
Well, she didn't. Which was good. But, since we arrived home at midnight, I left the bowl in the car unintentionally, and the next morning, on the way to school, the girls found it.
And Q3 thought the funniest thing in the world was to put it on her head and call herself ... a pothead.
And then C4 got in on the act. Because the monkeys can go both ways.
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