It's food truck soup day. I can hardly contain my excitement. SOUP'S ON, BITCHES

Ok, I've got the cough, the sore throat, and the conjunctivitis. I'm a little rusty on my plagues of Egypt but I think it's either locusts or boils next

Four year old, unlikely philosopher: "if the Kool Aid Man spills, does he become the Glass Pitcher Man?"

Five year old, likely maniac: "the Kool Aid Man learned how to bust through walls when he escaped prison after murdering the Blool Aid Man, his off brand rival. Kool Aid Man was FIRST."

It is -15° outside. I just used the bidet and now I can FLY

Baked the requested cupcakes: "one for each of us, and one for Martin Luther King Jr's spirit." Tuck in before the cats find 'em, Ghost of Dr King.

I miss food truck soup day.

The six year old asked me if we could bake five cupcakes for tomorrow, one for each of us and one for Martin Luther King Jr. I'm not sure if he thinks MLK is coming down the chimney or something, but I dig the vibe

Just got into a heated argument with my five year old about whether or not Godzilla has a penis, so parenting is going well today

My six year old son, earlier, during an in-depth discussion about donuts: "mom, is there a mayonnaise bismark?"

Me, earlier, trying to process the question: "if there is, I'm calling the cops."

Alas, I realized too late that the end result of giving both kids toy advent calendars is pretty much deliberately inviting 48 pieces of plastic junk to strew themselves across the floor of my home ohhh myyy goddd nooooo

It's food truck soup day. Are there better days? Yes, probably, but I'm a fat Midwestern 39 year old mom so probably also no, this is the peak, thanks for asking

It's snowing. I am under a wool blanket, coughing. We're about forty five seconds into winter and I'm already over it.