The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I did the toddler breakfast round. (Egg? Egg! Waffle? NO! Strawberries? Berries!)

I sang advertising jingles to make my kid dance around in her unrelinquished pajamas.

I reflected on my time with my wife and child; it's all the immediacy, poignancy, fragility, and uncertainty I need to know.

We went to the thrift store, and then got ice cream.

We put the kid to bed (Rainbow Connection).

We worked on the Halloween costume (Brobee).

We fell asleep in our slightly ramshackle bed.

We are lucky in ways I can never calculate.