W just came up to me with a bunch of little toy dogs from a game in a bowl and said in sweet, cherubic voice, "I'm the dog catcher. I catch dogs for breakfast and lunch and dinner."

W comes creeping into my room this morning to tell me quietly, "If you and I were stuck together with bubblegum, I couldn't eat, and you couldn't make breakfast."


I took this as a hint it was time to get up...

This morning when I got W up, she said, "I'm ready for some breakfast - and some blueberries! Blueberries are my best friend!" I'm a little bummed, yesterday I was her best friend...

W thinks it's such a treat to have "purple ice cream" for breakfast...kale/spinach/wheat grass/carrots/blueberries, strawberries/banana

A: blueberries for breakfast?

Me: Sure

A: That would be ideal!