Then I would bring an ax, no books.

1) Chickadees are eating our house. Yes, for real.

2) Babysat Aaron yesterday afternoon and evening. It rained non-stop, so we made up our own board games. CandyLandUnoPickUpSticksLife, anybody? We also built a terrific matchbox car race track that eventually consumed most of the basement. Aaron chattered away happily most of the day, but once went quiet for several minutes and then said very (very, very, very) seriously, “Sarah… do you ever hang out with other boys?” I was impressed it even occurred to him to ask, since preschoolers aren’t famous for their ability to look beyond themselves!

3) Oh, and I mentioned this to my mom the other day and she couldn’t stop laughing: When I was younger—11, 12—I used to wear an underwire bra 24/7, even and especially while sleeping. I was totally flat, but I was hopeful. I remember thinking, “If my boobs ‘come in’ overnight and I’m not wearing the right bra, my breasts will be weird-shaped for life!” because I would see old women with sagging breasts and not think, “They’ve probably nursed a lot of children and cleaned a lot of plates,” but “They must not have had the right bras way back when they were little girls!”