All we are...
My 39th birthday. I awake to the birthday song.
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.
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.
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Sorry I missed that cake.