Fourth Sign

I'm sorry to report that the world is ending. The fourth sign of the apocalypse was unexpectedly revealed to me last night during dinner:

The Monkey ate enjoyed meatloaf.

Given that this is a child who is, at best, dubious of anything that's not shaped like a nugget, I'd say this moment ranks a level of importance just below plagues of frogs but still somewhere above the rivers of blood. I think we've got a little time, but it's definitely a sign.

Maybe I've even got time to make it again!
Woohoo!