Me: Max, I love you.
Max: Mama, cake.
I choose to believe that concludes the list of Max’s requests when planning a month on a desert island. Mama, cake. Done.
Oh, you’re tuning in today to hear about the Easter egg triumphs and tribulations? Remember this: Lithuanian egg dye does not fuck around.
Yesterday, I told my husband Tobias (father of my children, life mate, etc.) that I missed my family. A bit tactless, really, given that my children were sitting in the backseat at the time. What I meant was that I missed my mother, father, sister, brother, cousins, etc., and most of all I miss their puns. Imagine my delight, then, at this:
Frida: Wow, my smoothie cup is full!
Betsy: Yeah, I filled it to the max!
Betsy: Not Max like your brother, max like maximum. Ha! That’s funny.
Frida: You filled it to the FRIDIMUM.
Oh, yes, my little nerdlet is growing her nerdwings and I am so proud I find myself cooing.