Grand Entrance

This morning, our intrepid Danger Monkey (age 9) escorted the steaming platter of pancakes to the breakfast table, loudly humming the Imperial March.

My day has been made.

So… dry…

Drove Little Miss Thing to kindergarten this morning.

LMT: “Let’s stop at Steak and Shake.”

Me: “Haha – No. We had breakfast. You had toast and a banana.”

LMT: “I only want a shake. My mouth is very dry.”

My Friend Ashley: “What do you want in your omelet?”

Me: “Yes.”

MFA: “Do you want…”

Me: “Yes.”

MFA: “Challenge accepted.”