Mommy's Restaurant

Things are usually pretty hectic in the morning in our house, as I'm sure is the case in many homes across America. Babies crying, teenagers pondering life, coffee brewing...I'm usually scrambling to get breakfast made for everyone, B's lunch packed, and lucky if I have a chance to pour myself a cup of Joe.

I toasted up some frozen organic maple-cinnamon waffles this morning, usually a fan favorite, and Po declares in his sassiest tone, "I didn't order a waffle! I ordered cereal!"

If there was ever proof that I'm a short-order cook...

FB Friends

I logged into Facebook this morning to tag my husband in a photo, and his profile didn't show up for me. My profile said "married," but did not have the usual link for my husband's name. I announced in a sarcastic tone "well, honey, I guess we're not 'friends' anymore!"

After pondering for a minute, Po asked "why are you not friends anymore?"

Oops.

Cracked Cup

Porter threw one of his favorite cups, and it cracked. I told him that since he was treating it with disrespect and it broke, we'd have to throw it away. He replied, "we shouldn't throw it away. We should recycle it."

Duh. Why didn't I think of that?