My self and pizza
Yeah. That's the list from an impromptu game of "I'm Going to the Moon" (not in the car) (requested by 3 1/2 year old).
Did I mention I have two boys?
Halfway through the game, I was so struck by the "content" of the list that I grabbed a pad of (pink) post-its and wrote it down... totally violating the rules of the game, of course, but totally true to my need to record the moment!
(The oldest was not happy that I'd written the list down!)
And, for those of you who noticed there was no post-grocery post today... I did go to the grocery. I went... two children in tow. One in the cart piling boxes up around him and exclaiming, loudly, "Matthew, help me, it's a volcano" (over and over and over down one aisle). And one... walking... and reading every sign and box we passed: "Milk... Wine... Beer... Spirits..."
As we walked into the store, the little one did notice the flowers... and suggest (loudly) that we needed some. So... at least there was that.... a good precursor to the volcano aisle!