I go to bed late, and get up early, and it affects me the rest of the day. A Soy Carmel Macchiato helps a little, but then my energy flags and I wish I could go back to bed….
But not her… not my highly engertic 6 year old. She had to get up early today too.. and she did not have the aid of a sugary coffee drink to lift away the tiredness. But when we arrived home at 8:30am.. she was already planning on making a recipe and having a tea party, unbeknownst to me.
This girl I love knows that she must ask permission to use anything in the kitchen. This rule was set in place after this same girl at the age of 4 mixed a wonderful concoction of dark chocolate syrup, expensive Italian tomato paste, and expensive French mustard into my carpet.
No…Don’t say that.. I wasn’t mad at all… Nope.. nary a raised voice left these lips. I was totally in control of my emotions.
So, she knows this rule and trys to abide by it, but all the condiments in my fridge must call her name on a daily basis, because I sometimes come out to the kitchen and find a mixture of red chili paste and soy sauce and mayo and lemon juice and peanut butter… And no, she never eats it..she just wants to mix it up and see what happens.
Today she asked if she could make tea and serve strawberry jam sandwiches to her “friends”. I agreed, but should have known she would try to sneak something else in… When I went to light the candles I found expensive sliced Bing Cherries mixed with the jam.
Why does she always have to use the expensive stuff??? I snapped a few pictures of her little party because I do love her and her quirkiness, but if you ever come by and see my lack of condiment supply.. you will know why!