Monday, August 21, 2006


Little cold toes on my warm legs awoke me this morning. I turned over, cracked my eyes, and looked into the Muralist's smiling face.

"Hi mom, I want hot cereal for breakfast!" she said in a stage whisper, her effort to not wake up her baby sister right across the hall.

"Ok," I replied, mind adjusting to chilly kid feet rather than warm, sleepy spouse beside me.

"Now, tickle me!" she demanded and began giggling.

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