Writing Wrongs

July 19, 2005

Breakfast for dinner is one of those things I do when Bob is out of town. Mainly because he just doesnít get it. Breakfast for dinner is the best. The kids love scrambled eggs and we had hot biscuits with butter. What more could you want?

Of course, when I was in high school, I had a teacher who totally flipped breakfast for dinner and he and his wife would dine of things like chicken enchiladas at six thirty in the morning. Breakfast is wonderful for dinner, but dinner for breakfast? Thatís breaking some sort of law of nature.

Today is Andrewís birthday, although we did the family celebration on Sunday. Still, when youíre nine, you need something there when you wake up in the morning, so I picked a few things up yesterday and surprised Andrew today.

It took a few minutes to sink in, but when it did, he was very surprised and happy. Plus, the gold foil master set of Yu-Gi-Oh cards contained Exodia, the Forbidden One. I realize this means nothing to any of you, but trust me, it was a big deal.

Tonight is dinner anywhere he wants it. So far, that looks like the Burger King with the playground. Andrew thinks this time, he can lure Kyra inside the climber. Somehow, I donít see this happening. He just doesnít understand how she can resist something thatís so much fun. And stinky. Weíll have to break out the bubble bath after this one.

~ Looking forward to stinky kidsí feet and lots of grease. No birthday complete without either.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:47 a.m.

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