Pancake paint

I took Lyla to Starbucks this afternoon because our kitchen was being painted. Paying someone to paint your kitchen: cheaper than you'd think, and worth every penny. So here's the terrible photo I took with my phone.


I bought some whole milk for Lyla, a tea for me, and a piece of pumpkin loaf to share. She sat next to me on a cushy chair, her feet dangling barely past the cushion, and we ate the loaf and drank our respective beverages. It was like we came unstuck in time and zoomed forward to summer vacation.

Here's a slightly better photo.


Then we met Julie at Potbelly (a sandwich chain that gives you a potbelly if you eat there too much), where Julie ordered a salad with 7,259 grapes in it. Lyla ate every single one. We generally cut grapes in half for Lyla, but tonight when she got her fingers around a whole one, she politely bit it in half. Still, whole or halved, I think of grapes as a choke food, so I keep my Heimlich fist always at the ready.

Back at home, the painting dude was done. The color is monroe bisque, which looks exactly like pancake batter. It's hella-boring, but on pancake night it might compel us to hand over the batter beater to Lyla and let her go nuts.