Sunday, April 08, 2007

The Compromises of Marriage

Used to be, there would be two bikes on this car. Here is C on her way to the great single-track at Lake Winona, snow or no, and I am left taking pictures in my socks from the porch, chilluns yelling for cinnamon toast behind me. It's enough. No complaints.
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6 comments:

Calypso said...

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Cinnamon toast sounds good...

Mr. Hill said...

True. It's up there with PB&J, for sure, though the kind I make is usually just butter because the kids don't know the difference. They'll probably grow up and tell people that we were so poor when they were kids they didn't even have cinnamon sugar on their cinnamon toast.

Have you signed up for my Adv. American Lit course next year? It's sure to be random.

Calypso said...

I just sent an email to my counselor! I really hope she can switch it for me because that would be awesome! :-)

Is it a second semester class or either one?

Mindstroller said...

We have a nifty cinnamon sugar shaker thingy. you just mix up the cinnamon and sugar with like 3 parts sugar to 1 part cinnamon and put it in the shaker thingy. then you always have some on hand in an easy to use container.

It pretty much just a plastic mug with a wire mesh on top for even distribution of cinnamony goodness.

Mr. Hill said...

It's second semester only right now.

Mr. Hill said...

Oh, 3-1 sugar. I like 10-1.