A few days ago, I wanted something sweet and the house was almost bare. So I made myself some peanut butter and karo syrup sticky mess. I don't know why I thought of it -- it's probably been 10 years since I last ate it, but it's a very familiar food because my dad loves it. He used to stand in the kitchen, plate and spoon in hand, and carefully tilt the plate this way and that, swirling the mess until it was just right. As with so many delicate operations, he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth while he concentrated. I love my daddy! And the karo syrup-peanut butter was pretty good the other day, but I couldn't stop thinking about how many calories are in it. Eeek!
V is a little sick, which just reminds me how endearing a sick kid can be. She's her happy self, but she has almost lost her voice. 2-year-old hoarse voice is pretty pitiful. But it's all good because she's not super-crank. On other V fronts, I'm trying to reduce the whiny voice usage in our house. V has all but perfected it and it drives me crazy. We're working on it.