I am grateful for my boys, whose play slips so fluidly from wrasslin’ to snuggling, to screaming and back again. It’s hard to follow, and that makes it hard to know if and when a dad should step in and break it up. This is a good thing, because it’s probably best I don’t stick my snoot in there anyway.
I am grateful my local grocery store understands that sometimes, I have “pancake needs”.
I am grateful for the pajama and sugary cereal themed screening of “The Song of the Sea” that we saw this morning as part of the Victoria Film Festival. It was a great movie for anyone of any age; the best kid movies always are. This one is a cherry!