It's about the two tomatoes. They have been sitting in my kitchen window, wrapped in newspaper. I came home from Pennsylvania at midnight last night--another delay in Denver, but that's a different story--and did not look at the tomatoes.
Too tired. Too afraid of what they might look like.
This morning I unwrapped the small one. Gross. Then the larger one (a relative term--they're both tiny). Grosser.
Good thing it's trash day tomorrow.
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Johnny is still a redhead. Charlie is tall and very much a big boy. Edmund is priceless. Well, they all are priceless. But here's just one thing about Edmund. He sings. I mean he just sings to himself through the day. You would love it.
Charlie and Johnny went trick-or-treating with their mom. Edmund stayed home with his dad. Not by choice. He really wanted to go. Cried and cried. His dad kept promising "next year." Not a lot of help.
Eventually his dad took him upstairs, calmed him down, and convinced him he should sleep.
But I think Edmund will remember.
Halloween. It is kids, costumes, and candy. Hard not to eat a lot of candy when it's just sitting there in front of you. But those boys do pretty well.
Grandma's have to go home. And that is really hard.
Charlie and Johnny went trick-or-treating with their mom. Edmund stayed home with his dad. Not by choice. He really wanted to go. Cried and cried. His dad kept promising "next year." Not a lot of help.
Eventually his dad took him upstairs, calmed him down, and convinced him he should sleep.
But I think Edmund will remember.
Halloween. It is kids, costumes, and candy. Hard not to eat a lot of candy when it's just sitting there in front of you. But those boys do pretty well.
Grandma's have to go home. And that is really hard.
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