Playschool

We go to playschool twice a week to give Mom a break. We're not sure from what, but she says she needs it.
Here we are at the front door, just itchin' to go inside. "C'mon, Mom, take the picture already!"

We take Andy to his class first.

Then Jonah.

Then Mom gets her hair and nails done at a posh salon while servant girls feed her grapes and chocolate. Then she wakes up from her nap and comes to pick us up.