I Beg to Differ

So they call it a "Super" moon.

Hmmph.

OK, it's pretty.

It's bright.

It is VERY bright.

But super?

 I have some better adjectives.
I'll keep them to myself.

You may not think I know of which I speak.

Let me assure you, 

I do.

Super moons apparently make children do things...

things they normally wouldn't do...

WEIRD things...

Like trading shoes.

Without me noticing.

Boys and girls.
Boys with girls.

Like tattling...excessive tattling.
Informants... they think

....for humming
and breaking butterfly wings

and breathing too loud.

Like standing in the bathroom...

with two feet

 straddling the top of two urinals?
Super hero
under a Super moon.

Maybe Super moons make teachers

do things they normally wouldn't do too.

WEIRD things...

Sorry, but can't tell you

about that .

I have some Facebook friends 

that are also parents of my darlin's.

I've got a reputation

to keep.

For two more weeks, anyways.

Smile.

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