Snapshot

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.