It’s the end of the term, which means the kids get a couple days off school, and the parents get to hope the grades look okay.
It also means Brooklyn gets to play with her actual best friend, the only one that regularly convinces her to lay on the floor for hours and use baby talk.
That would be Monster.
I wish Monster was better at convincing her to clean the bathtub and pick up her dirty clothes. Brooklyn tells me that some wishes never come true.