We let the boy make his own dinner tonight. We felt, at age 7, he should start earning his keep and preparing his own food.
Moment later, he produced a sandwich comprised of peanut butter, peanuts, shredded cheddar cheese, and bright pink strawberry Quik dust.
Before we could even close our open-hanging jaws, he washed it all down with strawberry milk and thoroughly loved every bite. He really, really, sincerely loved it.
I truly don’t know what to say. To each his own, I guess.
Last night my family and I all tried several hours of a homeopathic restorative technique and I think I’m hooked! It really made a difference in my energy level and my ability to focus today. Even my mood is better. I recommend everyone give it a try. I’m still looking up the official name of the technique but it’s commonly known on the street as “sleep.”
(We see girls wearing ripped jeans)
Me: “Ooh, are ripped jeans in again?”
My Oldest Girl, age 12: “Yes, they’re very popular.”
Me: “Cool! I’d love to start wearing all my old ripped jeans again.”
MOG: (pause)
MOG: “No, I was wrong… Ripped jeans are NOT in. Let’s pretend I never said that.”
Very Vocal Viking 