The Twinkies

Fiona asked today if she could learn to drive.

Fiona convinced me on Saturday, despite feeling like I was being smothered by my own sinuses, to go to the mall and get a new teddy bear. And a hot chocolate. And pink ice cream.

When she got home she sat the bear next to her on the piano bench and played it a tune and sang it a love song.

The song went, “Anything you want, I’ll get it for you.”

I don’t want you to be James’ Mama. You’re my girl, Mama.” – Fiona.

Whatcha talkin’ about, guys?

or

What are you guys talkin’ about?

I have heavy cream in the refrigerator and James asked for it on his cereal this morning. I said no, and explained that was cream, not milk. After he ate his cereal he asked for the “little milk” and I said, “Oh, you want a little milk, OK.” And took the (llittle) container of cream out. Beaten, I poured him some. He drank it, looked at me and said, ‘This is GOOD.’