This morning was the perfect morning.
Early. Recover-ish run.
McD's made me some eggs & the Pita a few sandwiches.
Peanut's requests . . . . waffles [ya, they don't sell those]. She's my girl. How can I refuse? Waffles. done.
Lunches were made. Kisses given.
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20 minutes to blow before drop-off?!
I knew just what to do.
I grabbed my new favorite cereal.
She never saw it coming. food. fight. fabulous.
Little guy was a little scared.
You can run --- but hiding is for wimps!
Slightly damaged Peanut.
Conveniently for her, we had to leave before "clean-up". Chuy did help me out with the big scraps [the ones he could find].
Found three in my hair. No. Joke.
The conversation on the way to school went like this [I recorded it on my phone, just have no clue how to upload that]:
Me: So how does 2nd place feel?
Peanut: Oh. Ohhhhh. It is sooooooooooooo ON!
Peanut: How does it feel to come in 2nd?
Me: I wouldn't know. I was in 1st.
Peanut: How does it feel to come in last?
Me: I wouldn't know. All I do is win.
Peanut: You're just a sore winner. And a sore loser. L [places hand to head] on your forehead.
Me: w i n n i n g !
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a HUGE - HUGE - HUGE thank you for all the donations.
You guys amaze me. I am so grateful.