The kids are finally old enough to go downstairs and get their own breakfasts in the morning. I'm happy, because this allows me to sleep a little later when I need to, but it does have its drawbacks.
This morning the Pumpkin woke me up saying "Look what I made! I made a happy sandwich."
I resisted the urge to say "What part of 'no food upstairs' do you not get?" and looked at his creation. It was a triple decker with tiny pieces of apple - made to look like a smiley face - sunk into the top layer of bread.
"What's in your sandwich?" asked Piper.
"Um, butter, jelly, and cinnamon."
And you thought this was going to be one of those Good Housekeeping type posts.