kitchen envy...

i didn't eat much yesterday.

the girlies three and i made sand, which is exactly like dirt except with vanilla pudding and smushed up golden oreos. we stuck swedish fish in at the end, although nudie sour patch kids were also considered.

it was all very yummy until lillie asked "so...are the fish dead and washed up on the beach?"

she is good to have around if you're ever dieting. she's at that age where she spells everything in her head. do you remember doing that? like, your mom would say something like "set the table, honey." and you'd do it while mouthing t-a-b-l-e-c-o-m-m-a-h-o-n-e-y.

so when i ask lill to grab three bowls, i see her lips moving. her forehead crunch up. and then her chandelier smile, full-on wattage.

"how do you spell bowels?"

did you hear that? it was the sound of my appetite losing it. because then i had to get all anatomy with grae and assure her that yes, everyone has bowels and yes, everyone probably looks at you and knows you have bowels, too.

what's worse is that esmé now has a new pronunciation of bowls. no. i take that back. if i'm being completely honest with you? what's worse is that i had to google what are bowels and what do they do. exactly.

oh. did you hear that? it was the sound of my adult card being revoked.

the first kitchen, found here, is a dream to me. the second, found here, is a dream for the girlies three. outdoors plus bird cages. made better only if there are actual birds flitting about the table. they are begging hard for a bird this week, which i'm actually considering. i mean, a bird in the kitchen? i'd never eat! xoxo and have a sweet day, friends.