Actual untouched conversation

On the drive home.

Jack: What we having?
ccap: For supper?
Jack: Yeah.
ccap: Japanese chicken.
Jack: MMMM.
Abby: I LOVE Japanese chicken.

pause

Abby: What is that again?

Bless her little detailed/organized mind!

Abby is having two friends over for a play date this afternoon. Her very first one. She wrote up a list of things to do with the girls. Apparently (based on the list) they're going to be here for 18 hours or something. :-)

Note 1: #3 is chnips brat for you non-Mennonites. She insisted I spell it out that way instead of just saying crokinole.

Note #2: It's written in crayon as she gave up markers for lent.

Note #3: It pleases me immensely that she (all on her own) starting printing her "i"s like she does. It's the exact way I wrote them as a child.

Quote for the day (also wherein it is confirmed that I am an old lady)

Bon Jovi tells The Sunday Times Magazine,

“Kids today have missed the whole experience of putting the headphones on, turning it up to 10, holding the jacket, closing their eyes and getting lost in an album; and the beauty of taking your allowance money and making a decision based on the jacket, not knowing what the record sounded like, and looking at a couple of still pictures and imagining it.”

whimper

The bread for my egg salad sandwich is a tad on the dry side.
The apple is crazy grainy.
In other words, the lunch that I had been looking forward to for 4 hours is a complete dud.
Time to hit the chocolate tucked away in the desk.