Today, 1:13 pm. Eating lunch and eagerly anticipating the arrival of our neighbor Gillian for a playdate.
"Maybe when Gillian comes over we can make muffins!"
Hazel: "Yeah and I can be a chef and Gillian can be a chef and Ginger can be a chef."
"Well, Ginger's going to be taking a nap."
Hazel: "Yeah and Ginger will be a napper. Because that's what nappers do."
"And what will I be?"
Hazel: "Well you are the Mom."
"And what do Moms do?"
This ought to be good.
Hazel: Thinking. "Well, Moms...work on the computer and just make EVERYTHING!"
Yeah, in that order.