Faster, faster

Q is on the "I'm too cool for food" kick again. (noises of exasperation) I'm hoping it's just his molars coming in that's throwing him off.

And the good news about food? Dinner is simmering. Quinoa, garlic kale, and veggie coconut curry. Can you smell it? Concentrate. How about now? It's okay if you can't -- we'll drool for you.

We're out the door before seven tomorrow morning. The good news is that the laundry's running, the kids are bathed, our clothes are being laid out as I type, and we're going to pack lunches and watch a little Olympic gymnastics before bed.

Yeehaaaw.