I brought a cup of ice water with me on Monday when I picked up Natalie from school. Little Miss Go GO GO! is always thristy during the ride home.
She drank half of the water, and we left the rest in the vehicle during our several-times-daily stumble-drop-tumble-trip routine from the vehicle into the house.
Natalie caught sight of the cup of water this morning while we drove to meet Connor for lunch at his school. "My water!" she gasped with the exuburance of someone who has found a long-lost heirloom. "Hmm. But the ice is gone. Did the ice turn into water?"
"It sure did."
"That's because, when water freezes, it turns into ice. Magic."
"It is that," I agreed, half wishing that I thought still that such everyday occurrences were magic. "Do you know what water turns into when it gets very, very hot?"
"Coffee!"
Steamy coffee. Ding ding ding.
the mocha in my mocha
priorities
when enough is enough
heartstrings now being tugged in terminal a
