Ordering

Lyla's mornings have gotten busier since I built that table. Have I mentioned that she digs through that box of letter magnets, finds the L, and says Lyla? She also knows that D is for Dada, M is for Mama, and that G is for Grandma and Grandpa. Sorry. I'm not a big fan of when people brag about how smart their kids are.

Do you think she could test out of the first half of kindergarten?

In other news, the weather outside sounds apocalyptic. I stopped at home after school to let the dogs out and discovered the whole neighborhood's power was out. At daycare I asked Lyla if eating at a restaurant sounded like an acceptable plan.

"Westwant!"

"That's an odd pronunciation."

"Yeah."


"Do you want macaroni and cheese, or chicken nuggets?"

"Titten nuddets."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Are you just repeating the last food I named?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want chicken nuggets, or macaroni and cheese?"

"Mac and teese."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want macaroni and cheese, or chicken nuggets?"

"Mac and teese."

At this point the waitress offered to come back.

"She'll have the macaroni and cheese."

"Mac and teese! Appo toss."

"With apple sauce."

"Mihk."

"And milk."