Half-Baked Ideas
My blog thoughts seem even more random and snippety lately. I don't know why, it could be my own sassy withdrawal (ok, tonight is the one week mark...we're through the rabbit hole people!), but all of my current projects are in a state of half-finished.
I was compiling a list (in my head, of course) of the top ten most useful inventions in my day-to-day life. I'm at two. Here goes (in random order...it's my theme, y'know):
1.) No-spill sippy cup valves
2.) The Tankini
Yeah, I know, don't quit my day job. I'll keep working on it.
So here's a cute kid story. When my 5 year old comes home from kindergarten, I always expect him to be ravenous. I don't know why, but I have this fear that in those 3 1/2 hours away from me, he's going to starve or dehydrate. Of course, he's fine. He does like a hot chocolate (in a sippy cup, natch) ready for him when he walks in the door. I digress...the system we've worked out is I just don't bug him for about an hour (other than getting his hot chocolate). Then, usually he asks for a sandwhich and eats the thing in like one bite. Well, a couple of days ago he went right for the snack pantry. I, of course, reminded him that we don't eat snacks until we've eaten actual lunch.
He says: Mom, I ate lunch at school.
I say: What did you have?
He says: A sandwhich.
I say: Oh, what kind?
He says: An ice-cream sandwhich.
And I think I just got out-lawyered.
Robin
I was compiling a list (in my head, of course) of the top ten most useful inventions in my day-to-day life. I'm at two. Here goes (in random order...it's my theme, y'know):
1.) No-spill sippy cup valves
2.) The Tankini
Yeah, I know, don't quit my day job. I'll keep working on it.
So here's a cute kid story. When my 5 year old comes home from kindergarten, I always expect him to be ravenous. I don't know why, but I have this fear that in those 3 1/2 hours away from me, he's going to starve or dehydrate. Of course, he's fine. He does like a hot chocolate (in a sippy cup, natch) ready for him when he walks in the door. I digress...the system we've worked out is I just don't bug him for about an hour (other than getting his hot chocolate). Then, usually he asks for a sandwhich and eats the thing in like one bite. Well, a couple of days ago he went right for the snack pantry. I, of course, reminded him that we don't eat snacks until we've eaten actual lunch.
He says: Mom, I ate lunch at school.
I say: What did you have?
He says: A sandwhich.
I say: Oh, what kind?
He says: An ice-cream sandwhich.
And I think I just got out-lawyered.
Robin
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