Instead of going to workout last night at the gym I made the executive decision to take Jackson to Subway for some veggie subs and then home to watch "Where The Wild Things Are".
We've been reading the book for a few months now so it was only fitting that we watch the movie. Let me say that Jackson's face lit up when Max yelled "Let the wild rumpus start!!".
We danced and jumped and twirled and pumped our arms in the air and yelled and had our very own rumpus in our living room. Even after the movie was over we continued our rumpus with more laughing and kicking of our legs and shaking our booties. Oh, we had a lovely wild rumpus.
Those are the moments I never want to forget.
I highly suggest having your own wild rumpus. It's extremely cathartic.

