One case of conjunctivitis, two Belgian waffles, three states, four stuffy noses, five chocolate milks, six “Are they all yours?” queries, seven pieces of salt water taffy, eight choruses of Big Rock Candy Mountain, nine bridges, and I literally just fell asleep while trying to think of ten, so it’s time to quit thinking and go to sleep.
Gusty Winds May Exist
Everyone Is My Best Friend
So, Um, How’re Those Closets Coming?
Pacific Time Is Just So Strange
Because Moving Five Kids Across the Country Isn’t Excitement Enough