It is 7 in the morning.
The Impling cheerily opens the left-over chocolate cake from yesterdays tea, looks up at me expectantly and chirps,
"Dust in the wind, Dust in the Wind, Mommy!"
So I put on Point of Know Return, pour the milk, and we devour the remains of the cake to Kansas refrains, Impling-style.
Doesn't get much better than this, does it?
Happy Day, everyone.
3 Parthian shots:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! From someone just a couple of years on the other side of the chasm, the weather is simply wonderful over here...I have no regrets!
Happy Birthday to you! Dust in the wind indeed! What a poignant song for her to request on a birthday!
Happy Birthday to YOU!
Sorry I missed that cake.
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