In Soviet Russia, vacation has you.
I have to admit: I haven't learned this lesson. I've been in the class, listened to the lecture, done some homework, but the understanding didn't follow. So let's just see some facts, maybe you will find them handy or entertaining.
Initial conditions: 4 people; 2 of them on different stages of immaturity; everyone is full of hopes for the days to come.
The result - this:
Read: "an infinite loop of recycling biohazard". I don't know why. Weak immune systems, strong microorganisms or harsh Montreal winter, but these tiny fellows were the ones partying all this time. They didn't stick to the same club, but preferred changing places now and then. Let's try to illustrate this:
In other words, very entertaining.
This produced a particularly exciting mix with a typical timetable of an adult's day in our household:
Which explains the look on my vacation face:
There must be some important message in the whole story, but it's been hiding from me. Seems like it's just "this is what you get when you mess with us". Or "told ya".
Carry on then!