with a kid for each hiding spot, father thanks god while mother takes a head count.  I am back from the fair with a rendering of how I will look to my ******.  my brother is already in position and has contorted himself in a manner he thinks will convince me he can shrink his ears.  my sister is nowhere a bumblebee can’t find.  our puppy picks a new favorite because it bruises easily.  numbers game or no numbers game, loneliness is coming.