Lots to talk about with the advent of Lent (not to confuse you), but for now, here’s a light-started start to your brand new week.
Angela’s Quaker Instant Oatmeal was Much Too Hot, so I proposed curling up on the couch and reading a book or two while it cooled.
I pulled one of my favorites off the shelf, The Angels’ Alphabet by Hilda Van Stockum. When we got to F I began to read, “F is for Father…”
“F is for Feed Me,” Angela interrupted.
She snorted at her own joke. “F is for…Food .”
(At that point we closed the book and went back to the kitchen.)
You’ve heard the expression “Hit the Ground Running”? In my house, they hit it…hungry.
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