On Sunday morning the girls asked if they could do something in the kitchen. Experience has taught me this quest is not to be granted in the form of hard labor, such as emptying the dishwasher or setting the table. No, doing something in the kitchen means doing something fun. And what could be more fun than chopping a dozen apples into tiny bits?
Listen, when your life has been stripped of television and you live with a mother who thinks the Romantic Period in music got a bit edgy, then yes, chopping apples does hold a certain appeal. How could it not?
This photo, however, would imply otherwise. What can I tell you? Euphoria need not be visible in order to exist. They honestly were pretty happy.
Do you know what it's like growing up with a brother who was destined to become a surgeon? Let's just say if you wanted to cut a slice of bread while he happened to be in the room, his consternation over the odds of that incision being made at anything other than a perfect 90 degree angle was tangible enough to create its own self-fulfilling prophecy.
So when Tim walked into the kitchen just as I was about to perform my signature hatchet job on the pineapple, I wordlessly handed him the knife and he wordlessly presented me with about a hundred tiny, uniform trapezoids.
You can't put a price on that kind of synergy.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love having my brother and his family here in town?
Dear reader, I am going to take a little break from Tollipop for the rest of the week. Just feeling the need for a little balance, that's all. Who knows if I will actually make good on this promise, as I always seem to think of something imperative to tell you midway through the hiatus.
Imperative, like what the hammies have been up to lately.
Wishing you a moment to enjoy the last lovely few days of September...I'm always a little sad to see this month go. Thank goodness it's followed by October!