My children are so beautiful and awesome that I can hardly stand it. My parents are pretty cool too. The end.
(Ok, so I have a lot more words than that. But I also have: bags to be unpacked, laundry to be tackled, groceries to be put away, a million other things to be put away, cheerios to be sweeped, photos to be checked out and uploaded, and above mentioned children who need to be gently sheperded back to their normal routines while also being fed, clothed, cleaned, and generally kept happy by something other than 8 straight hours of television. So I'm gonna need a little time here.)