Today

When I hear Fred singing, “nee nah, nee nah”  (“clean up, clean up”), I can expect to find something like this:

  Panda Puffs and mangos.  (I put the cereal that was spilled on the counter back in the box because it is organic and expensive and tasty.)

Finally, it is warm.  I had to pick up all the hats and boots and coats and gloves that were scattered around the yard before I turned on the water. 

Stella, Annie, Chloe, Fred, Kate.

Fred helps himself to anything on the counter.  This happens so much you think I would learn my lesson. 

Licking the ice cream lid. 

Eating ice cream with his hands.  “Where’s your nose?”  “Where’s your belly?”  “Say cheese!”