Saturday, January 26, 2013


Take child to dim sum. Offer him a baked, glazed, coconut-filled bun. Totally dessert for lunch.

He says, "There's not anything Chinese in it, is there?"

No, dude. Here at dim sum there's nothing Chinese. Not to worry.

ETA: 615pm, making Iain a banana as dessert after his carb-loading pre-ski dinner (spaghetti - with nothing Italian in it)

"Mom, why don't people like the bruised part?"

"I don't know. There's nothing wrong with it. But it's squishy and most people don't like squishy things."


"No one likes chaos, right Mom?"

Right, son.

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