4 years, 3 months.
Well, hopefully last week marked the last of the snow for winter…
It definitely marked the week in which we watched Pee-wee’s Big Adventure two times within 24 hours.
You confidently expressed to me you liked it better than Big Top Pee-wee, which we watched twice within 24 hours two weeks ago. Even though the scary clown scene technically was inappropriate for you to see in Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, only Mommy covered her eyes.
I have to admit, Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure is a solid movie. Here’s a little bit of trivia: I was 4 years old when it came out in 1985; the same age you are now.
We also took a quick family drive to Rooster Tails, a cool retro style furniture store we’ve bought from before. You helped us look for a coffee table for our living room and a bookcase for our office.
One of the highlights from this past week was when you decided you wanted to “make milk” for our family to drink over the weekend.
Over the course of two days, you would sit up on the counter with a mixing bowl, bumming spare ingredients off of Mommy and me, so you could add them into your bowl of water.
It’s all a blur, but I remember there being cranberry juice, oregano, salt, pepper, cinnamon, and chia seeds in it; among other random items we had in our kitchen. Just a pinch of each led to a big bowl of chucky, brownish gray water that you were so proud to stir up.
For dinner Sunday night, you decided it was time for all us to try your new concoction.
What you didn’t realize was that Mommy poured some of your chocolate almond milk into your cup instead of what you made, just sprinkling in some cinnamon.
As predicted, you were skeptical to take the first sip. So Mommy and I gladly did. You were curious by how authentically we seemed to be enjoying your “homemade” milk.
You took a baby sip… then a bigger one.
“Mommy! Daddy! That tastes good! It tastes like cinnamon… and chocolate!” you proclaimed.
One day you’ll read this letter and realize why.