This morning, I ate my frosted flakes from a red bowl emblazened with "popcorn" on all sides. According to my six year old this is a crime against humanity.
"Mommmmmmm, you ONLY eat popcorn in the popcorn bowls! Pour your cereal out right now!"
I refused and somehow... I think she will survive.
I have a Slip-n-Slide in my backyard. When I was growing up, I reember playing on our Wet Banana. I'm not the only person on the planet who had one of these, am I? Maybe I'm just obsessed with bananas...
I was flipping through the blue notebook I carry everywhere (that's right, the brown one has been retired for a leatherbound blue one), trying to find an empty page to write down a phone number, when I saw the very first thing I'd ever written in it and I laughed.
(Sitting at the park overlooking the ocean)
Ben wants to know why you never see baby pigeons.
There are brownies in the oven and a handful of girls on the trampoline outside... this will have to do for now.