Moshi Monsters

My seven year old son just jumped into bed with me, nearly crushing the lap top and kissed me with his deadly morning breath while demanding to be allowed to play Moshi Monsters online. I suddenly realized that my previous post was a little heavy and that maybe I need to lighten up a bit. I solved it you see. The meaning of life is my son. And Moshi Monsters. And all my other children. And the husband. And my morning cup of tea.

I'm going to reboot my morning and lighten up.

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