Monday, February 18, 2008


"Can I move my chair?" asks Charlie in polite, winning tones. He wants to sit on top of the dishwasher to help me make playdough.

"Yes," I say.

"Oh, good. How convenient!" he answers with relief. "'Cause I'm making angel surprise cake with rasperry fluff icing. And frosting. Icing and frosting. For Grandma."

Seriously? Convenient? The kid started talking, like, last week. I just can't keep up.