"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of. but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards." --Robert Heinlein.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
His Father's Son
Baby X with his new, cheesy smile.
Jed is one of those people who sees a commercial for a yummy chicken sandwich at midnight and wants to go to the store right then and buy it. Ads work on him. Especially tasty food ads. Especially late at night. I was sitting at the desk checking my email just now while Princess Sparkley did some phonics work book pages, Buddy sulked in his room because he got in trouble for his bad attitude about school, and Baby X watched Elmo. I heard Elmo say something about chocolate, at which point Baby X ran over to me and started chanting in a very demanding whiny voice, "chocolate, chocolate, chocolate."
An avid reader, sometimes writer, wife, mom, homeschooler, baker of yummy treats. I grew up in California, jumped around the United States (Kansas, Virginia, Ohio) and somehow ended up in Beijing China.