Breakfast in bed
The boys were happily up at 5:45 this morning, listening to loud klezmer gypsy punk rock music on a boom box from 1992, dancing around their room, being pokemon. Then they tromped down to the kitchen and made my meals for the day:
A hot dog on gluten free bread ("so you can eat the whole thing") and salmon for breakfast by Nathan, banana and ham sandwich from Liam for lunch, and, for "the royal dinner" vegetable soup with "just a little bit of orange juice and lemon juice in it to make it extra special."
All wooden of course.
Typical evening conversation
"Liam, your teeth are so cute. Someday they will start to fall out. Will that make you crazy like it does your your brother or will it be fun?"
"I think... it will be... weird. And strange."
Plans for the day
Lying in bed with my boys, talking with Nathan about the gardening and playing plans for today when a little voice from a sleeping (we thought) Liam interrupts: "We're buying a bush, we're planting a bush, we're playing the rest of the day!"