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This morning I was assisting in the event that is getting everyone ready to ski/snowboard. It doesn’t sound like much, really, but making sure 4 smallerish sort of persons have all that they need to stay warm, dry and full is no small undertaking.
I was making sandwiches to put in the cooler while the kids were eating their breakfast. Mason was shoveling in his second bowl of Crispix when I offered him a choice of sandwiches. His reply?
“I’ll take PB&J. And would you make me one to eat right now? Because I’m starving.”
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I love popcorn. I love it so much that it’s considered a decent meal around Chez Star. And not the microwave crap. Real, white corn kernels, popped in olive oil and sea salt on the stove top. Nothing is better, you gotta trust.
Bowman has inherited my love for popcorn. He also feels that it makes a complete meal, and is happiest when given an insanely large bowl to eat without sharing. His favorite part of popcorn?
The old navies.
That’s right. Bowman loves the old navies left at the bottom of the bowl. And I think this is so awesome that I haven’t once corrected him. Because it makes as much sense as old maid, and it makes me smile every time he mentions them.
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