Thing 1: Bones
Do you have bones in your yard? Like a collection? We do. This is currently on our back porch.
I’m not sure what it is, but it was given to my kids. They think it’s great. My three year-old once came to the back door, his arms full of bones, yelling for me to open it. I did not. Bones stay outside. I’m all for scientific discovery, but I don’t know about these things. My dad once gave my oldest son a goat’s skull he found on a hike. My son promptly traded it in for a cool crystal at the Nature Center. I prefer the crystal; my dad misses the goat skull.
Thing 2: Crazy taco of decadence
So, I bought this taco a while back. I can’t remember what they called it, but it was Torchy’s taco of the month a few months ago. It involved fried chicken, a fried egg and bacon, wrapped in a waffle, wrapped in a tortilla. Served with maple syrup, obviously.
How was it, you ask? It was sublime pleasure, quickly followed by nausea. Such is the price of decadence. Should you get the urge to make this at home, I would suggest leaving off the tortilla. The tortilla, of course, is what makes it a taco. But it just doesn’t belong. The waffle is the natural outer layer here (if such a thing were to occur in nature).
Thing 3: Wild Child
The three year-old has been waking very early lately and making mischief. This is how I found his room one morning.
You see, the previous day, he “cleaned” his room by shoving all this stuff into his closet. The next day, he inexplicably piled it all outside his closet. He takes his work seriously. The problem is, no one understands what his work is.
Yesterday morning, he helped himself to some breakfast sausage. As his dad and I were showering and dressing, he took the sausage out of the freezer, stood on a chair to reach a bowl, then microwaved the sausage into charcoal. The house still smells. I’ve been seeing more and more of his big brother’s independent streak in this one. It’s a little concerning. Good thing he’s cute.