Mr. Right thought when leaves to work our fun deflates and we pine for his return.
Uhhm.
Sorry honey.
I DOOO pine for your return. I do, I do.
I pine for thee.
.
But on The Fourth we were too busy to pine.
We played outside until we were starving.
Then we went on a picnic (which Mr. Right supplied).
Then we played outside again..
Then our friends ma and pa came over and played outside with us.
Then we did sparklers.
Theeeeeeeen we pined.