Breakfast Banter
Child: I don’t want chicken. Adult: These are waffles. Child: Oh, ok.
Child: I don’t want chicken. Adult: These are waffles. Child: Oh, ok.
Well, I still haven’t figured it out. I have the time and date set, and an alarm, so for now that’s good enough. But my daughter is fascinated. “Watch. Daddy.” All through breakfast. “Watch. Daddy.” And then she pokes it. It’s hard the numbers to read the numbers since it’s now covered in cinnamon roll […]
(btw, this is my SECOND TRY since my computer crashed the first time) I was all set with this pitiful and depressing post, and when I sat down to type it (twenty minutes ago, thanks to Windoze crashing), I looked around the blogiverse a bit and realized that I just suck. I’m going about it […]