After his bath, as he was getting ready for bedtime, the boy said, “Dad, weekends go by so fast!” And I said, Yep. And the boy said, “Instead of two days, weekends feel like they last two minutes!” And I said, Yep. And the boy said, “Too bad school wasn’t just on the weekends and the weekends aren’t the rest of the week!” And I said, Yep.
Actually, it would be amazeballs to work for two days and then take five days off. I wonder what kind of job that would be? I’ll need to investigate further. I’ll let you know what I find out.
For dessert, we had German Chocolate Cake cupcakes, which were deloycious. Between the ages of four and 12, my mother used to always get me a German Chocolate Cake for my birthday. I thought it was because my mother knew that I lurve chocolate and coconut, but I found out years later that she thought it was regular chocolate cake made in Germany, which was somehow fancier than chocolate cake made in America.
Every time I have German Chocolate Cake, I think of my sweet, befuddled, well-intentioned mother. She’s awight.