Simple Stuff

When I was a little girl, I remember experimenting with different food combinations. The one I remember most, that seemed to peeve my parents the most, was that I liked putting the fried noodles served in Chinese restaurants in the cups of tea served and drink my tea/fried noodle combination. Yum!

Zoe, today you were interested in using marinara sauce as a dip for tart green apple chunks. Yuck.

On an unrelated note completely, you have decided that you are ready to get out of bed on your own. You used to call to me or dad when you woke up or just entertain yourself until we came to your room. But now, you are eager to hop out of bed. What this means is that many mornings, I roll over in bed, and my sixth sense tells me to open my half-asleep eyelid. I usually see one eye staring back at me through the gap where the door hinges to the wall as if you have willed me to know you are lurking there. As soon as you see my eye open you come running around the door in to our room to tell me that you got out of bed yourself and that you did not wake Mia up. Of course, you are screaming this, which means that Mia promptly wakes up.