I love the smell of scorched milk in the morning

This morning I'm enjoying the aroma of severely scorched hot chocolate. MMMMMMMmmmmm, mmmm, good. This is the inevitable result, I suppose, of a child who needs a daily "hot" chocolate fix that can be no warmer than room temperature. There's always a little left, so just leave it on the stove and it will be warm enough for an adult to drink in no time. Unless you forget about it . . .
It's too bad I can't upload the smell to this blog. It is really quite something.

Peace and Crate

No, my kids aren't really in a crate, but sometimes (ok, most of the time) I wish they were. But it would have to be a sound-deadening crate. Otherwise, I'm sure the loud screams would interfere with my zen moment.