No, this is not a post about that totally ridiculous Rebecca Black song. Unrelated. You're welcome. Earlier in the week, Madeline and I were reviewing weekdays. When I asked her, "What comes after Thursday?" she took me by surprise when shouted:
"Friday, Oh!!! That's when we get to eat fries!!!"
"Oh really? Who told you that?"
"Well, nobody did. I just thought it in my head."
"SO CAN WE EAT FRIES!?!?!?!" (6 octaves higher and 6 decibels louder)
"Eh, sure." (On this issue Mommy doesn't need much convincing.)
Friday was lovely picnic weather, too.
Yes, that is Polynesian sauce on her nose. Now that's a tough Friday to beat.