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More details will follow (yes I realize I say that all the time and the details never follow), but the Boy just returned from Trick or Treating with a bag [pillow case] of candy weighing 14 lbs. This is likely a record.
Note that we threw out the 30lb record established in 2007, as it was a result of performance enhancement (that was the year someone gave him a 2 liter bottle of Coke and a 6-pack of Root Beer after he announced he was competing with his friends for heaviest bag.)
Occasionally, the kids will have "hot lunch day" at school, where they may purchase their lunch rather than bring a bag lunch. These are popular days in the household because it does not require preparation of peanut butter and bologna sandwiches before dawn (and before consumption of caffeine). Problems arise when the hot lunch menu item of the day does not suit all parties’ tastes, such that bagged lunch (or lunches) must still be made. Many days, I’m certain the Boy would eat a bagged lunch and the hot lunch item, but I digress.
Today, Annimal and the Boy are taking advantage of hot lunch, while Margaret (whose tastes are a little more, shall we say, "specific"), opted for the bagged lunch.
Some time shortly after 6, there was a rustling in the kitchen. Annimal was awake, and rummaging around. The bread was out and on the counter, which usually means she wants toast for breakfast and is patiently [sic] waiting for an adult to assist with the electronic heating element. Today, however, she had something else in mind. She was making her sister’s lunch. Yes, that is correct. She made Maggie Moo’s lunch. Now, it was not clear what that lunch consisted of, aside from bread. Perhaps it was a Cap’N Crunch and pudding sandwich, I don’t know. But the thought was pretty darn precious if you ask me.
I’m not sure what Moo will be eating today, but it was made with little-sisterly love.
Annie’s tonsils and adenoids were removed last Friday. When I have more time, I will write about the experience, which involved an octopus wearing a hat. In the meantime, here is an update from the girl, in her own words:
“Annie, how do you feel?”
“Better”
“Like a million bucks?”
“Well…more like seven hundred fifty thousand bucks.”
Chaos Regnum 