An Early Start
I wasn't going to write about anything but then I remembered the nothing was the something to write about.
7am. Dad, wake up!
“I want to have a mother’s day store”, she tells me.
“A what?”, I ask groggily?
“ A store, for mother’s day” she repeats.
Sigh.
I find glasses and a somewhat vertical state and go downstairs to find the little kid table that’s taken up residence in our kitchen has been turned into some kind of cookie store. There are two kinds to purchase: Oreos and Animal Crackers.
Both choices are not exactly a breakfast choice and I told her that.
She rolled her eyes at me and said “Obviously” and then pointed at the sign that read closed. On the big day I guess the plan is to put the open side up and mommy can have her mothers’ day extravaganza with oreos? I have no idea.
Cookies go away, and the usual breakfast and getting dressed happens…the usual - teeth brushed, shoes on, etc.
Then I remembered that I had to pack her a snack. She tells me that I don’t need to as she’s already packed it.
I ask what she packed.
“Oreos. just two”
Keep your eyes on your oreos,
TH and Co.