The nine-year-old: “I want to fly a jet.”
A few moments later: “As long as none of the landing is for me to do. I want to fly around and spin.”
Eating fudge for breakfast after noon and working on a story about video game characters coming to life outside their game, all while a very nice cat sits on my lap. This is a more than okay way to spend time.
My fifteen-year-old brought me tea while I’m writing!
A chocolate shortbread cat, an oatmeal s’more cookie, and tea in a velociraptor-with-a-battle-axe mug — all things they made themself, even including the mug! So proud.