Too Young To Be Old

ElderChild walked into the kitchen.

She stopped, a few steps into the kitchen... completely bewildered.  ...Why was she there?!?

YoungerChild didn't skip a *single* beat (at all!!) and hollered "Senior Moment!" and started to giggle.

I admit... I giggled too.

All The World's A Stage

I'm a "techie".  Short-speak for "Theatre Technician". We're the people who run lights and sound, we move props, set pieces, and microphones around on the stage.  But we do so very swiftly and clothed in black so that, while you (*sometimes*) notice us, it doesn't quite mentally register, and the production continues on rather magically.  We're literally the smoke-and-mirrors.

Tonight I have an evening "call" (tech-speak for "shift-at-work") so I simply dressed in my theatre-"blacks" (all-black-clothing) when I emerged from my shower today.  I'm not big on changing my clothes as the day progresses.  Upon seeing my attire, ElderChild played the overly-dramatic role of "Have you seen Mom?  I haven't seen her in a few hours.  Where is she? Where's mom??!" (I'm right there in the room, I'm simply wearing black clothing...).  YoungerChild joins-in with "Where's Mommy? She was here a minute ago!  Where did she go?"  ... and then husband chimes in with an annoyed tone: "Your mother is Right-There.  She's only "invisible" if she's on stage!!"

... To which YoungerChild responds "Daddy: All the World's a Stage!!"

Zoinks!

YoungerChild loves rice.  In fact she loves it almost as much as she loves tomatoes.  The problem is, tho, that she feels very full very quickly when she eats rice.  I've always just assumed this is because it continues to swell in her stomach.  Now, feeling full on a small portion is fine... except when she's eaten only rice and not a single bite of the rest of her dinner.

My workaround has been to often cover the rice on her plate with a piece of aluminum foil.  It keeps her rice warm, and reminds her to eat some veggies and meat first while still holding the promise of having rice with her dinner.

Last night YougerChild wandered into the kitchen last as I was dishing up dinner, and she hungrily eyed the pot of wild rice as I set it back down on the stove.  She then picked up her plate with its tell-tale piece of aluminum and promptly exclaimed: "Curses!  Foiled again!"