Jay was out of town all last week, so yesterday I was telling him all about everything that WCK and I had done every day. After summing up our week, I realized that I have a pretty sweet life. I mean, this week we got to go swimming twice (three times if you count the birthday party we went to last Saturday), went on a picnic with our friends, read lots of library books, and went out for ice cream at Winstead's. In my defense, the ice cream was WCK's potty-training reward, so I was not eating ice cream for fun. I was eating ice cream as part of a very serious, educational parenting technique.
Serious, educational parenting techniques taste like vanilla.
My life is pretty good.