Did you hear the heavenly choir? I did as I was eating it. Of course, the choir kept getting smaller and smaller and their tiny screams were a little distracting, but they were tasty tasty screams...muah ah ah ahhhhh! Eating it was no picnic though. I couldn't wait until we got home so I ate in the car while simultaneously pointing out a large container ship sailing under the bridge we were crossing, breaking up a fight, explaining why I wasn't going to play the music button on my new Star Wars Xmas ornament I have hanging from the rear-view mirror (Imperial shuttle craft-Return of the Jedi), trying to figure out where our exit was through the rain and blowing leaves AND trying to pick up all the little delicious crumbs that had fallen into my lap. Whew. That cookie was work. But so worth it.
And now I realize that I've run out of time because Supreme Leader is probably wondering why she is the only one getting the kids ready to leave the house and will soon call out my name in a tone that does not expect a simple "what?" but the immediate suspension of whatever it is that I'm doing and running, not walking, to her present location. Sigh.
But before I leave, the decorating hijinx of living in a multi-racial home...
This too I shall pay for.
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