My children eat like squirrels. So do some of their friends.
I like my food to look pretty; so do kids.
It is very, very cold now. We even had a tiny dusting of snow on our way home from Albert and Anna's, so we made hot chocolate to celebrate the First Snow of the Season.
It's 9 p.m. on December 5th.
Me: Aaron, tomorrow is St. Nicholas Day. Jack put his shoes by the fire and the stuff I got to put in there was in the bag we forgot at Whidbey.
Aaron: Rite Aid?
